When the election comes
We won't know who won
They say that's part of the fun
But no one's laughing, no one's laughing

Some say reality is smothering the real
When they give it all away
There will be nothing left to steal
When they take it all away
La da dee da

When the election comes
With all its mouths to feed
All its flags to waive
All its thugs to pay

The Beltway boys sing a tune
The CIA also croons
The FBI could not choose
The President sings the blues

You pay the grocery man
You pay the tax woman
Listen at the teacher man
You pay the banksters
And the lawyers
And there's nothing left for the children
They want the children
And your pets
And your death
They read about it on the jet

Some say reality is smothering the real
When they give it all away
There will be nothing left to steal
When they take it all away
La da dee da