Promises

Why do I have this feeling – They want to suck blood from my vains,

where are all those JFK’s with their trustworthy promises

There’s no need to be obsessed

Searchin’ for the knowledge you can’t have

Truth’s out of reach of your hands

Lying in the drawer of their desks

They’re redefining the meaning of the word morality

Flying ten kilometres above the law

Givin’ show to the mob to cool down the heat

The government will feed itself again