歌词
Politician, can't you answer?
We're dying in the gutters, you offer us a prayer
Whispers in the wind
While they watch more constituents meet their end
Your hollow words seem so absurd
To families ripped apart by crisis
You offer no solace
Your obvious negligence eclipses your thinly veiled selfishness
Not your problem, you don't care
Feel no responsibility for this despair
You offer nothing but thoughts and prayers
You offer nothing but thoughts and prayers
You feel a sense of perverted justice
That the lower classes somehow deserve this
The lower classes somehow deserve this
As the population drowns in poison
You prepare and angle for position
We sink into an abyss of alienation and loneliness
Spin the story any way you can
Absolve your guilt of the mess we're in
Scum sucking motherfucker
You offer nothing but thoughts and prayers
