A protest folk song, written in the 1980s, about old U.S. politicians enslaving the rest of the world. I now see that many U.S. politicians of my generation (now "the older generation") have joined the enslavers of the rest of the world. Some things don't change.
The same old faces
They're on the screen
The same old
They're boring me;
They think so old
Their hearts are cold
People are slaves
The pigs are old.
The same old faces
They want my vote
The same old faces
Give me no hope;
Their words are old
Their souls are cold
People are slaves
The pigs are old.
The same old faces
Campaign again
The same old faces
Stage elections;
Their dreams are old
Their books are cold
People are chained
The pigs are old.
The same old faces
They run again
The same old faces
Waste public bread;
Their lies are old
Their crimes untold
People wake up
The pigs are old.