The ID Parade

The Politician says
there’s a new way coming to town
But I ain’t seen nothing
nothing to stop this frown
'cause it’s guns to the left
Dollars to the right
Sown the barrel of an armalite
I-cry-they-lie
blood-red-all-dead
Oh oh that’s the way
pushin' and a-shovin'
in the Id Parade
Got a finger in the Dope pie
And a bomb to blow you sky high
a tricky old
Sticky old
Fickle old war
Dust that leaves a half lie
'cause it’s guns tot he left
Dollars to the right
Down the barrel of an armalite
I-cry-they-lie
blood-red-all-dead
Oh oh that’s the way
pushin' and a-shovin'
in the Id Parade