Politics Will Only Break Your Heart

You want to pick a fight...
But your quarrel's with a foe
Far too immovable to right
In vain, there's a sound...
Not a whisper
But a song
Speaking on our plight
But there won't be a fight
No one making it right
Nor an audible sound
Just the tears on the ground
And the blood...
Oh, the blood...



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Robinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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