Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You’re a dedicated mother and a regimented wife
I’ve no doubt you dream about the things you should have not done
But, I wish no one had talk to Garci
Like you, did son of a gun!
Oh, you’ve been to Cebu and Cotabato and anywhere you could campaign
You took the hand of a preacher man and he prayed over you in the rain (Amen!)
But you ran out of places and friendly faces and you just wanted to be free
You’ve been to the palace but you’ve never been to us.
Please lady, please lady, please just walk away
And we don’t see the need to tell you why you’re better gone today
We can see so much of you still living in our eyes
But we won’t share a part of our weary heart that’s tired of your million lies
Oh, you’ve been to Jolo and the Isle of Sulu where you did your campaign on a raft
You talked Ilonggo in Iloilo and showed ‘em what you’ve got
You’ve been hailed by jueteng kings and you’ve made some calls that a candidate ain’t supposed to do
You’ve been to the palace but you’ve never been to us
Hey, you know what victory is?
It’s a lie, a fantasy you created with the help of the people in places you trusted
But you know what truth is?
It’s the high post you’re occupying; it’s that apology you made that fateful evening
The same apology you may keep saying every day and every night
That’s not the truth, that’s still a lie.
Sometimes we’ve been to crying for indigent children who crave for something to eat
While you live the sweet life that those children could only dream of in their sleep
We’ve spent our life condemning the blatant cheating that costs too much to be done
Hey lady,You’ve been to the palace (You’ve been to the palace)
But you’ve never been to us.