The State

I've given up on reading the news
Just dirty loos and scathing reviews
Most of the time everything's perfect
So clap your hands, cover it up
Or put up with it, don't take a stand

And will it take a prince to die
For you to start to realise
That people choose to live their lives
It's not for you to decide

Pencil pushers, civil servants on a power trip
They feel high, drunk with power
Spit in your eye
Rotting building from the inside
I always wanted to know
But we aren't meant to ask

Where does all the black gold go?
Out of the ground, out of a hole
Put on a ship sent across the sea
Into the air and back to me



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Ahmad Burhan
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