The Very Best of Paul Anka [RCA US] lyrics

Presidential election every four years
But neither man we can see or hear
Urgent cries for society
But he can't see the blood on me
Do you see?
Do you see too much for me?
Try that with our oligarchy,
Try that with our oligarchy
Oligarchy, oligarchy
??

See the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin.
Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes.
Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows.
Other watches, has a drink, and from the same cup,
They drink
I'm doin' time, how long I don't know.
William had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him.
John had only one, watch the mother mourn her only son.

(words and music by Mr. Brett)
all good soldiers crack like boulders
The sun climbs up to a razon,
violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain
All good soldiers
all good soldiers fall in line
when they march and shout-
are a spectacle
marching and singing-
will go abnywhere the president says-
because the president believes in god-
like all good soldiers wait like warheads-