Politics (Lyrics for a song)
Now you’re sittin’ in the hot seat. Got a target on your chest.
There’s a sniper in the audience. You’re gonna need an armored vest.
Politics, Oh Politics, Got your ducks all in a row.
Shoot ‘em down. One. Two. Three.
And that is all I know.
You’re appearin’ on the TV and you’re meltin’ in the heat
‘Cause they got you in the spotlight. The dissection is complete.
They weave their stories round you like a mummy in a shroud.
They’ll never know the truth of you because the lies are too damn loud.
Ain’t it great to be famous, standing naked in the storm
without a shred of privacy to keep you safe and warm.
repeat last line.
—Joann Chang, Milwaukee, WI