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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Camille Ballon
Camille Ballon
Composer
Sumati Bhardwaj
Sumati Bhardwaj
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They intrude before the morning
Take good folk without a warning
From safe havens they were given
Kindly people being driven
Into places where dark tyrants
Come with their weapons to silence
First rescued by the home office
Then thrown back to the lions
[Verse 2]
Oh, you lie about what you can do
Promise everything but truth
Scandals ride as storms ensue
We're left waiting for more bad news
As we witness your lack of action
Your promises a mere distraction
From power ya think you're worth
Politic man, you make us laugh
[Verse 3]
But you do nothin' Mr. Politic Man
I don't listen no more to the politic man
Tired of the words of the politic man, oh
Bidding for the rich and for our votes, come crawling
[Verse 4]
Politic man
Politic man
Politic man
[Verse 5]
I am a rebel, a son of God a visiting and
I'm on the level, I tell you I came here to help you to defeat the Devil
Rebel with a masterplan, words tougher than metal
And you'll never take me down because
I am a rebel, a son of God a visiting and
I'm on the level, tell you I came here to help you to defeat the Devil
A rebel with a masterplan, words tougher than metal
And you'll never take me down because
[Verse 6]
I am a rebel, rebel, rebel
A rebel, rebel, rebel
A rebel, rebel, rebel
A rebel, rebel, rebel
[Verse 7]
But you do nothin' Mr. Politic Man
I don't listen no more to the politic man
Tired of the words of the politic man, oh
Bidding for the rich and for our votes come crawling
[Verse 8]
But you do nothin' Mr. Politic Man
I don't listen no more to the politic man
Tired of the words of the politic man
Doing nothin' to get the poor out of this jam
[Verse 9]
Then a rainbow paints a ribbon in the sky
How I long to go, to be right by your side
Where the wind is blowing like a ship caught in the tides
I don't wanna die, Lord, I wanna live like I'm alive
[Verse 10]
So, raise your hands up for the poor man
I offer my hand up to a poor man
And the Lord always show mercy to a poor man
But if you are rich, you won't get into Heaven
[Verse 11]
But you do nothin' Mr. Politic Man
I don't listen no more to the politic man
Tired of the words of the politic man, oh
Bidding for the rich and for our votes, come crawling
[Verse 12]
Oh-oh, aye
We get sick of you, Mr. Politic Man
Oh-oh-ah
We get sick of you, do nothin' Mr. Politic Man
Oh-oh, aye
We get sick of you, Mr. Politic Man
Oh-oh-ah
Sick and tired of you, do nothin', politic man
Written by: Camille Ballon, Sumati Bhardwaj
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