I’m so tired of these mortal mennWith their hands on their wallets and their hearts full of sinnScared of their enemies, scared of their friendsnAnd always running for re-electionnSo come to D.C. if it be thy willnBecause we’ve never had a savior on Capitol HillnnYou can always trust the devil or a politiciannTo be the devil or a politiciannBut beyond that, friends, you’d best bewaren‘Cause at the Pentagon bar, they’re an inseparable pairnAnd as long as the lobbyists are paying their billsnWe’ll never have a savior on Capitol HillnnAll of our problems gonna disappearnWhen we can whisper right in that President’s earnHe could walk right across the reflection poolnIn his combat boots and ten thousand dollar suitnnYou can render unto Caesar everything that’s hisnYou can trust in his power to come to your defensenIt’s the way of the world, the way of the gunnIt’s the trading of an evil for a lesser onenSo don’t hold your breath or your vote untilnYou think you’ve finally found a savior up on Capitol Hill