The Suicide File Rum, Romanism and Tammany Lyrics

Idealism is f___ing dead.
Laughed off the stage at countless conventions.
Laissez faire is en vogue again.
It's silver tongue has been heaven sent.
One man, one vote, throw it away.
One land, one hope, throw it away.
When every candidate looks the same, born of noble blood.
So don't f___ing talk to me about our tradition of democracy.
Who the f___ am I supposed to believe in?