The Ideal Masters
Jack Swensson
The ideal masters they rule without contempt
As the days near
Nothing can pass up the time you and I spent
Building love
The ideal masters they show you what you want to see
Is anyone free
Are we all such parasites without rights
Consuming life
The people's masters they claim they'll do all this and that
But they're all still fat cats
Has anything ever really been changed or been drained
He's only had four years
The people's masters they factorize red tape they made
And secure their reign
Secret policeman run the state - we're afraid
"There's nothing left to see here," they say
But there is
But there is
There's people's bodies
People's bodies line the streets
People's bodies
They might as well dig them a mass grave
How far from pogrom are we anyway