I’m sick of pomp and circumstance
And whatever these politicians claim.
Grand promises spread like compost,
It smells of manure just the same.
They claim they’re here to serve us,
But when we stop and take a look,
They’ll be neck deep in someone’s pocket
Passing laws for their friendly crook.
It makes no difference the party,
Or whether they are left or right.
You can’t trust them to have honor,
Especially when they’re out of sight.
You can vote them out of office,
There is no difference in the end.
They’ll just come back tomorrow,
As a lobbyist for all their friends.
“Ormsby – The biggest little town in two counties”