throwing the election

Don't even waste the man-hours on us
We are finding no solution
Call all the boys in from the fighting fronts
We have lost the revolution
None of the soaring flight we dreamed
Is any closer to perfection

Make me an offer, I don't waste them now
We have no more fixed intentions
Give all the faithful a deserved rest
We've abandoned our dissensions

I've got a feeling it's all rigged
I've got a feeling it ended a long time ago
But nobody tells me
I've got a feeling it's over now

-- Scott Miller (Game Theory) 1988