Clean-Shaven Politician Blues

Look at all those talking men, babe,
with their nicely shaven jaws.
You know they never break the law, babe,
because they write the laws.

I've been writing since last year, babe,
and I wrote this morning too.
But I cannot write the law, babe -
I just do what I can do.

You know what this world is made of -
it is five parts fantasy.
Fantasy may taste like ashes,
or it may be honey sweet.

I hear burning, I hear ashes,
from those men with pretty jaws.
I see a world so full of trouble,
and I believe I know the cause.

Look at all those talking men, babe,
all the ones who are in charge.
They think that nothing ever changes -
but then sometimes it does.