Mister Churchman you tell me
Mr Politician too
I'm so tired of disillusion
I don't know, do you?
Everywhere I see children
with no future in their eyes
while we turn the blind eye
They smother in the night
Sometimes I get so disillusioned
Get sick of all these lies
Where only the bad survive
Only the bad survive
I hear the sound of distant thunder
But the sun shines up above
One side's I'm getting
The other smothered in love
It don't come from the middle
It don't come from the left
See those fat preachers hurrying
Indifferent to theft
Sometimes I get so disillusioned
Get sick of all these lies
Where only the bad survive
Only the bad survive
Instr.
Fine words
Vote winner
Bake bride
From the bread sinner
True hearts
Flag wind
Getting sick of your
"wantificating"
Only the bad survive
Only the bad survive
Only the bad survive
. . . .