Don't Vote - Cass McCombs

Your Uncle had an old saying:

«If you don’t vote, then you can’t complain»

Sizing up candidates 1st election day

You thought: «I'm 18 and have no opinion either way»

You had a lot of friends but no peers

Could you imagine- this could drag on four more years!

If one day you had more peers than friends

It’s because your means caught up with your ends

Jaws are wagging: «The 1 or the 2 ??»

Eager to put John Hancock on the ‘who's who'

Voting seemed almost like a disease

An absolute a day, if you’re feeling ill-at-ease

You thought about becoming a cop

Any job with a helmet, in case of a drop

You did what anyone else would do in your place

You toyed with the idea of entering the race

Instead of living in your own filth

You had the nerve to think crop could spring from your tilth

You were called «Diva» by a protective young man

They still call you every name they can

It must hard sometimes not to complain

But that’s the deal your Uncle once explained

If not choosing was accepted as a trade

Not voting would be the smartest choice you’ve made