Sam Baardman

Lyrics

ELECTION DAY - by Sam Baardman

I got my pencil, and a head full of views
But this ballot’s so bare, there’s nothing to choose
Nothing to win, is this some kind of ruse?
‘Cause all of it leaves me feeling black as a bruise

These poker pot heroes, they’re not showing their tells
Their radio speeches are weaving their spells
They hit you so hard while they’re wishing you well
With sour-sung notes from a liberty bell

Here we are in a high school gym
Here we are
Is it her or him or him or him?
Here we are in a high school gym

These days are so loaded and my patience is shot
There’s a choice to be made but what choice have we got
I’m choking this down past a tight Windsor knot
Look at them smiling like they’ll never get caught

Here we are in a high school gym
Here we are
Is it her or him or him or him, or him
In a high school gym