HOW SILLY The politician look
Wearing his public smile
Trying to hide his incapacity
When it's sticking out a mile
With his papier mache wife
And his papier trashy life
If he sees himself as the man for the job
His mirror's telling lies.

HOW SILLY the priest of parson looks
Striking a holy pose
Trying to hide their nakedness
With mediaval clothes
They're holding a golden key
But what it looks like to me
If they're holding all the real estate
That's your neighborhood poverty.

These are just few of the things
I've been noticing
Dear Politician, Priest