That political song

I’ll give you all I have, die for your rights to work and play
Ill bless your unborn babies, on this Election Day
I will give you all you asked for, and smile as I pay
My duty to my country, look for me on Election Day

You are numbers by the hearse load
You are the pawns of the money game
You are just the sons and daughters
Of the media mother fame

U live in suburban burrows
And give Queen bee the bread
Back and forth along the highways
Bringing honey to the dead

Now I’m just a regular god
My daddy was one to
And if you can step on enough people
Maybe one day I’ll meet you

You could help me kill the faceless
You could help me rape the nameless
We could wipe each other’s faces
And when the penny drops be blameless

Or you could keep on marching circles
Cover your ears, smile and bow
Pull the veil down your face
and turn a blind eye, just for now

Cause I’ll give you all I have, die for your rights to work and play
Ill bless your unborn babies, on this Election Day
I will give you all you asked for, and smile as I pay
My duty to my country, look for me on Election Day

Tomorrows time to pay......