THE WAY THE SYSTEM SQUEAKS

I guess it seems no different

Than to you or me

That in control there's no resistance

It's simple and it's clean

Is it plain to envision

A subliminal conviction

From one blind politician

To the people that petition

A generation speaks

For the prime position

A million voices weak

The way the system squeaks

I guess it will never be right

Another hero in the spot light

To try and make a difference

When there's nothing left in sight

Blind to the detection

Bound to the direction

Lost in the smog

Of the political emissions

Blind leads the blind

Oiling the big machine

Time eats away time

CNN, Primetime

The illness of violence

Societies power play

Middle east oil feasts

Fed the fat cat oil geeks.

             Lyric by: Robert Volpe

                    11/27/91

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