I wanna cancel this political entertainment

There is nothing in this nonsense that is potent

Without value, just bleeding gibberish

'Cause I've been watching a live stream

I've been watching a power game

Where the players own everything but shame

But what can I do?

I don't know voodoo

What can I do?

What can I do?

I wanna ask you one critical question

Why are we letting madmen run in this direction?

And I'm saying that it's obvious

We should be speaking a little louder

We should be glowing, should be exploding

Like a stack of dynamite in their ugly face

And what would I do

If I knew voodoo?

What would I do?

What would I do?

First, I put a needle in the ugly face

We realize, we realize, we realize

Behind is only empty space

If I put a needle in their beady eyes

They choke up on, they choke up on

They choke up on their own shitty lies

But what can I do?

I don't know voodoo

What can I do?

What can I do?