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• Leader Of The Land

I’m in over my fat head
All these golden days are dead
Long time buried rise up and true
Revealing a patient hereditary line to you

You call yourself the leader of the land
But seem a pale and aimless man

Here’s to karma on a bleeding plate
Here’s to the million avoided promises you made

You call yourself the leader of the land
And wave the crowd an empty hand
Holding close the chosen few
Serve yourself, steal the rest and jump the queue

Reckless hinge and you’re shafted
No more luck, no more laughter
One step closer to danger
Consequentially favoured
It’s okay to break the rules

That a burning halo on the rubbish pile
The clock’s ticking on that politicking two-faced smile

You call yourself the leader of the land
Standing fast on shifting sand
One step closer to danger
Consequentially favoured
It’s okay to break the rules

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