HIP - POLITICS

Blowing hot, blowing cold,
Playing games that chill the soul
Caring nothing, fearing nothing
Only concern is at winning.

Turning the World into a Chess-board
And Human beings into Toads
Pull them this way
Push them that way
Till they are a mass of Jelly

Blowing hot, blowing cold
Playing games that chill the soul
Blowing hot, blowing cold
Playing games that chill the soul

Out of stones we must have blood
To the Demon give our heart
Down the slippery slope we go
Flying in the face of a Tornado
Trading Peace for Misery
And childrens' smiles for agony

Blowing hot, blowing cold
Playing games that chill the soul
Blowing hot, blowing cold
Playing games that chill, the soul

Stop! Stop! this charade
Before it's too late
Win or loose
We'll get no place

Blowing hot, blowing cold
Playing games that chill the soul
Blowing hot, blowing cold
Playing games that chill the soul

How come we - find ourselves
In such great and deep distress
Is there no answer to the quest
Love thy neighbour as thy self

Oh good Lord teach us true
We are lost absolute
That nearness to the is our hope
And separation - A terrible woe

Blowing hot, blowing cold
Playing games that chill the soul
Blowing hot, blowing cold
Playing games that chill, the soul

Written by Darshan Manocha