Idealism is f*cking dead.
Laughed off the stage at countless conventions.
Laissez faire is en vogue again.
It's silver tongue has been heaven sent.
One man, one vote, throw it away.
One land, one hope, throw it away.
When every candidate looks the same, born of noble blood.
So don't f*cking talk to me about our tradition of democracy.
Who the f*ck am I supposed to believe in?
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Idealism is f*cking dead.
Laughed off the stage at countless conventions.
Laissez faire is en vogue again.
It's silver tongue has been heaven sent.
One man, one vote, throw it away.
One land, one hope, throw it away.
When every candidate looks the same, born of noble blood.
So don't f*cking talk to me about our tradition of democracy.
Who the f*ck am I supposed to believe in?
Laughed off the stage at countless conventions.
Laissez faire is en vogue again.
It's silver tongue has been heaven sent.
One man, one vote, throw it away.
One land, one hope, throw it away.
When every candidate looks the same, born of noble blood.
So don't f*cking talk to me about our tradition of democracy.
Who the f*ck am I supposed to believe in?