It's a lot of fuss about it
A lot of five year plans
Now four years have disappeared
And it's back to where the plan began
No use to make a promise
Made on the fly
No use to get upset about it
No use to even give it a try
I'm so underwhelmed
Submerged in a play down hell
I'm so underwhelmed
But I wish them well
We all can talk about
Until thy kingdom cone
Until the battle of Armageddon
But nothing's ever gonna get done