Think up all the sermons that still sleep soundly unsaid (and dismiss them)
Teach the children how to lie and cheat and steal
Then claim you’re a prophet and tell me which one of the above makes your faith real
Are you a sinner or are you a saint
Are you perfect? Your answer to the first question will tell me that you surely ain’t
Politician, what are you selling here today
Another cure for the uncommon calamity caused by listening too closely
to what you say
(Hey, hey)
Making up metaphors to mesmerize and captivate with cliches
More money on the top of the charts ‘cause of a scandal at the VMA’s
Call yourself an artist one more time as you count the dollar bills
Singing songs you didn’t write about societal ills auto-tuned to avoid how much your influence kills
Are you a saint or a sinner
Fight for your right to compromise, ‘cause immorality makes everyone a winner
Politician, what are you selling here today
Another cure for the uncommon calamity caused by listening too closely
to what you say
(Hey, hey)
No wonder the kids are scared, when will the fighting ever end
Never even tried to listen, but to get what you want, you know just how to pretend
Unfaithfulness that leads to breaking, try to justify it, but you can’t deny it (it’s happening again)
Now everyone feels alone, another broken home, another stat for this self-destructive trend
Are you alive or are you dead
Trying to rationalize whatever did or didn’t go through your head (like a)
Politician, tell me why are you smiling, what are you selling here today
Another cure for the uncommon calamity caused by listening too closely
to what we’re all too scared to say
(Hey, hey)
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