The Game

They can't even tell what's right from wrong
They don't even know whose side they're on
We can't trust a single word they say
They'll tell us something different the next day
We can't even begin to understand
We're just left here, holding our heads in our hands
Wondering what the fuck they're gonna do next
But I guess it suits them that we're all perplexed

Ain't it funny how they head out into the street
Shaking hands with all the numbers they meet?
But when they get their arse in that seat
We only ever see them on TV
They play us like we're pawns in a game
Manipulate us into ticking their name
They go back on every single promise they made
And rub their hands together at another game well played

You see, the problem is they'll never change
Forever motivated by personal gain
They'll syphon the planet right down to the core
For as long as it feeds them more and more
They show no interest in our future race
They're more concerned with being first in space
They just can't wait to get their foot out that door
Stomp it down on another planet and fuck it up