O Político

I gave cement, I gave brick
I gave sand and rebar
I climbed hills, went to the slums
Carried crying babies
I gave cachaça, appetizers
And lots of money
And even so, I lost the election
Traitor, traitor
If there's one thing that's no good, it's the voter
I promised my woman I would be the first lady
But when I lost, she lost even the bed
And I found my picture in the bathroom at the headquarters
I'm going to beat up my campaign manager
Traitor, traitor
If there's one thing that's no good, it's the voter
Today I have my reasons to be outraged
Because I only got one vote and even that was annulled
There are only scoundrels, just as there are bad people
Not even my mother voted for me
Oh mom, I'm surprised by you
If my enemies don't vote for me, that's fine
But you, who depend on me, not voting is a dirty trick
I don't get it...
The voters who don't know you, didn't vote
I who know you, will vote? Ah! I'm out...