Politics of Living

Glory days I’ve all but known
Follow me all weekend
Well the light doesn’t mean it
Reflecting ugly off your face
And the knife doesn’t mean it
When it goes and cuts you all to pieces
It’s just the politics of living
Don’t you ever forget it
Politics of living
Lonely days that’s all I know
Harmony, my weakness
Well the light doesn’t mean it
When it wakes you for the day
And the time doesn’t mean it,
When your answer comes too late
It’s just the politics of living
Don’t you ever forget it
Politics of living
Don’t you ever forget it
Don’t you ever forget it
Don’t you ever forget it…