Bad Politics
The Dead C
I observe your misery
It's something that you've got for me
Happiness is a luxury 'cause of
Bad politics, baby
Bad politics
Face is full of hate today
There's nothing left to say
But I can curse and I can pay for
Bad politics, baby
Bad politics
And so I lay in your bed
You compress my aching head
And I see my life and my hopes and death are
Bad politics, baby
Bad politics
So I slept with your friends
There are no flowers that I could send
Every thought seems to break or bend with
Bad politics, baby
Bad politics
If I seem callous, cold and [?]
Look into my eyes again
As we walk along ten miles of pavement
Bad politics, baby
Bad politics