R B Calvert - There's No Cure for Politician Lyrics

You demand attention
Every time you speak
All our apprehension
Comes from knowing what you seek
Yes, we know your intentions
That is nothing new
And it is our contention
Nothing you say is true

We're all getting sick
Of your fine rhetoric
No matter what you say
We won't believe you anyway
"Heal thyself" we say to the sick physician
But there's no cure for politician

You demand exemption
From all the rules you make
People earning daily bread
You demand a take
And, about your master plan,
We don't think it's funny
All your bright ideas
Require someone else's money!

We're all getting sick
Of your fine rhetoric
No matter what you say
We won't believe you anyway
"Heal thyself" we say to the sick physician
But there's no cure for politician