close your mouth

and stop your way

yes, it's your fault

that you are late

just give it up

and don't hold on

sell your ideals

don't hope any more

and spiderman will clean your clouds

and mr. Nixon

will win this round

hey, wake up you look like a freak

with all this poets

with face of a geek

stoop your head

begin to shame

you get dirt in your smile

you already damned

and strange men

will clean your clouds

and mr. Nixon

will win this round

vote for Nixon cos Nixon is our God