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