Don't ask me what to do  

I get sick just thinking about you  

And when I look at all we've done  

I went to walk away just hang my head und pray  

That you will, look at me, what da you see?  

Am I the king of the hill, standing over his kill?  

Well baby  

The taste of blood is sweet, I'll lay this carcass at your feet  

lf you'll only keep me company  

This is it, my politics this is it  

I've learned to hate, it's much to late  

This is it, my politics  

I stand before you, a simple man  

A sly dog  

A politician  

This is it, my politics this is it 



I've seen more than I can stand  

But in my acts and deeds I'm a political man  

I'll give you, I'll give you all my worn out tools  

Another brutal shot of my rhythm und blues  

I need to  

To draw you close, to joke your hand  

And in your shining face I see the promised land  

Well baby  

Maybe you can share with me the depths of our compability  

In the crimes of humanity  

This is it, my politics this is it  

I love to hate, that's fucking great 

This is it, my politics 



Out the edge between the living and the dead,

I try to throw you off with a shake of my head.

I try to drag you down and bury you alive,

but when I fall asleep that's when you open your eyes.

You laugh, you cry, you look me in the eye with your hang-dog face,

that's when I put you in your place.

Can you tell me, how will you survive?

You have to be the biggest fool alive. 



I lay awake all night but all that I can see are the vicious, clever lies of my mythology.

I'm beating my head up against the wall and on each single,

separate brick there is a picture of you all.

This is it, the end, I'll tell you what I'll do,

I'm going to pick you with a stick und look inside of you.

But when you wander in the dark there is nothing to see.

I'm on a desperate search for reality. 



To tell the truth, you can all get screwed  

I'd like to give you a kick, you little son of a bitch  

Just let me  

Let me get my hands around your throat  

And I will choke and choke and choke and choke and choke and choke and choke and choke 

What is the bitter explanation for the violence of my indignation?  

Well, it's as plain as the nose an my face  

I am a member of the human race 

This is it, my politics this is it  

I love to hate, that's fucking great  

This is it, my politics  

I stand before you, a simple man  

A sly dog  

A politician  

This is it, my politics  

Hate