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