Hunger under the bridge
They don't do anything
Propaganda without rest
Promisses but not progress
Trowing paper on the street
Destroying our place of live
Making joke with our pride
Buying votes all the time
They dirt our streets
To fill your head of lies
Us living on crap
Is that what they like
Law of clean city is a lie
At the suburb
Dirty reality
They aways talk about future
And globalize our culture
Old ladies watches everything
And think how good a politician can be
How much cost your diginity
To sell your vote for some misery?
Some folks understands never
And don't make our place of living better
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