Stop and look around at politics 
No, nothing's changed, it still remains 
The same old fear, the things we hear 
I've heard enough, I won't adhere 

Why bother voting 
It won't do us any good 
Octogenarian leaders 
Telling us they would 

I know that there's got to be a way 
There's not that much that you or I can say 
To make a dent in the land of the free 
The darker side of life they never see 

Election time is here, but do you care? 
It's not our choice, we cannot voice 
If they won't hear, the issue's clear 
more modern plan [bad word] this land