Don't ask me what to do

I get sick just thinking about you

And when I look at all we've done

I went to walk away just hang my head und pray

That you will, look at me, what da you see?

Am I the king of the hill, standing over his kill?

Well baby

The taste of blood is sweet, I'll lay this carcass at your feet

lf you'll only keep me company

This is it, my politics this is it

I've learned to hate, it's much to late

This is it, my politics

I stand before you, a simple man

A sly dog

A politician

This is it, my politics this is it



I've seen more than I can stand

But in my acts and deeds I'm a political man

I'll give you, I'll give you all my worn out tools

Another brutal shot of my rhythm und blues

I need to

To draw you close, to joke your hand

And in your shining face I see the promised land

Well baby

Maybe you can share with me the depths of our compability

In the crimes of humanity

This is it, my politics this is it

I love to hate, that's fucking great

This is it, my politics



Out the edge between the living and the dead,

I try to throw you off with a shake of my head.

I try to drag you down and bury you alive,

but when I fall asleep that's when you open your eyes.

You laugh, you cry, you look me in the eye with your hang-dog face,

that's when I put you in your place.

Can you tell me, how will you survive?

You have to be the biggest fool alive.



I lay awake all night but all that I can see are the vicious, clever lies of my mythology.

I'm beating my head up against the wall and on each single,

separate brick there is a picture of you all.

This is it, the end, I'll tell