To those of you seeking perfection
Oh Lord, it’s not a long, long way to go
All you need is bit of reflection
Just might seem like changing direction right now

Don’t go around taking up no collections
On our way down
There’s nobody left to crown

What if politicians were all good guys?
Oh Lord, don’t we wish they were
We would not be so dependent
On courts of laws that make us
All feel like defendants sometimes

If we want freedom we’ve got to amend it
On our way down
There’s nobody left to crown

Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home
Home, home on the range
Where the fear and the antidotes play
Where seldom is heard, an encouraging word
And our leaders do nothing all day

What if they gave an election
And nobody came to vote?
The system, it needs a bit of correction right now
Just might seem like changing direction right now

As it stands we don’t even make the selections
And to get into Heaven
We even need a connection
On our way down
There’s nobody left to crown

Nobody left to crown
Nobody left to crown
Nobody left to crown
Nobody left to crown