Sorry Times from Trailer Bride by Trailer Bride

Well we’re living in some sorry times
Ain’t got a politician worth a dime
They’re rotten on either side
Only open their mouths to eat or lie

And they’ll promise you the moon
They’ll promise you the sky
They’ll kiss your little baby
Right before they steal you blind

They say, “Lady, you didn’t even vote
You got no right to bellyache”
But the sky’s getting dark with greedy buzzards
And your ballot’s just a list of snakes

But I’m trying not to look back
But the jackals are snapping at my heels
I’m trying not to look back
I’m running for the hills

Yeah we’re living in some dangerous times
Cassandra would’ve had a fit
Rich murderers go scott-free
Then get rich writing books about it

Then they’ll turn it into a TV movie
With a star-studded cast
Glow-in-the-dark toy knives with each purchase
Come and get em while they last

Yeah we’re living in some evil times
Old Elijah would’ve had a fit
They’ll teach you how to rob
Show you how to kill
Right there on the TV set

Lord, I’m trying not to look back
Lest I return to salt
When the fire and the brimstone
Begin to fall

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