Vote CDU, Get Screwed

LYRICS: Steel boots on a polished floor, white smiles selling the same old war. They call it order, call it pride, while the bill comes due on the weaker side. You clap for the flag, you swallow the news, then act surprised when the knife hits you. Another promise in a tailored suit, another “common sense” execution. They tax your breath, they price your pain, then blame the poor for the bleeding drain. Your rent goes up, your wages crawl, your doctor’s booked till after the fall. You vote for comfort, you vote for rules, then wake up stripped by expensive fools. They sell you fear with a family tone, turn your neighbor into flesh and bone for the grinder, for the screen, for the cleanest dirty machine. You think they punish someone else, but the chain comes back around your neck. You cheer the cut, you curse the bruise, same damn hand, different excuse. Every ballot like a loaded gun, pointed down at everyone. You sign the paper, seal the noose— vote CDU, get screwed. Vote CDU, get screwed, kiss the boot and call it truth. They take your health, they sell your roof, then make you beg for living proof. Vote CDU, get screwed, harder cuts in cleaner suits. You feed the beast, it feeds on you— vote CDU, get screwed. They say “responsibility,” mean pay more, bleed slow, stand in line where the sick folks go. Premiums rise and patience dies, while the boardroom washes alibis. They praise the worker, drain the worker, break the body, shame the sufferer. A handshake sermon, a budget blade, another clinic left unpaid. And still the crowd runs back again, like beaten dogs to a golden chain. “Stability” on the campaign wall, while the floor gives way beneath us all. They don’t need chains when you choose the cage, when anger’s pointed down the wage. You lick the stamp, approve the bruise, vote CDU, get screwed. Every slogan is a lullaby, sleep through the theft and wonder why. Your empty pocket got the proof— vote CDU, get screwed. Vote CDU, get screwed, kiss the boot and call it truth. They take your health, they sell your roof, then make you beg for living proof. Vote CDU, get screwed, harder cuts in cleaner suits. You feed the beast, it feeds on you— vote CDU, get screwed. They wrap the axe in Christian care, then swing it down through public air. They preach respect for honest lives, while exhaustion eats the working spine. You want a bed, you get a bill, you want a cure, you wait until your hope goes numb, your anger cools, and they sell you pain as fiscal rules. This isn’t fate, this is design: a velvet rope around a breadline. A moral speech from a marble room, while the waiting lists become a tomb. They talk of duty, debt, restraint, then outsource hunger as a saint. They call it reform when the weakest lose, and call you free when you cannot choose. No savior lives in a party brand, no mercy drips from a donor hand. Power smiles when memory dies, when every wound gets privatized. You want a culprit with a foreign name, so they sell you targets, sell you blame. But the contract bleeds in black and blue: you voted the knife that cuts through you. Cut by cut. Bill by bill. Smile for the camera. Swallow the pill. Work till you break. Pay when you’re ill. Obey the market. Call it free will. Cut by cut. Bill by bill. They burn your future and invoice the thrill. You wanted order? Here’s the view: your own damn vote came back for you. Vote CDU, get screwed, kiss the boot and call it truth. They take your health, they sell your roof, then make you beg for living proof. Vote CDU, get screwed, harder cuts in cleaner suits. You feed the beast, it feeds on you— vote CDU, get screwed. Vote CDU, get screwed, every cut wears polished shoes. Every promise breaks in two, every invoice comes to you. Vote CDU, get screwed, learn the pattern, read the wound. Stop feeding power what it chews— or vote CDU and get screwed. Steel boots on a polished floor, same old sermon, same closed door. If you choose the chain, don’t curse the bruise. Vote CDU. Get screwed.