Don't Vote کے بول

Don't vote Every four years the two-headed monster rises from its pit, and we have a choice between this head or that Their party line separation is a phantasm haunting reason It's a choice between this diseased hand or that diseased hand We are criminals who defy law They are criminals who defy freedom Endless heads of a bureaucratic hydra, and so the smiling wounds we draw across each neck While they lounge in the decadence of their capitols and dream up new rules of social conduct, we shall sink a knife in every Caesar We shall aim our rifles and fire at every president, every senator, every statesman Wake up There won't be any change In the sewer of capitalism, only the scum will rise