While John Lennon was a radical leftist during this brief period from 1972 to 1973 when he wrote this, I relate the below to what I personally felt during the years after 2016, when Communist politicians (and their online cohorts) in the US were telling me I was "racist" because I was white, and forcing me to get a vaccine. And calling Trump "evil" just because he wanted to restrict the border invasion.
Lennon wrote this on behalf of his Commie friends in 1972, but I also relate it to what I felt in 2016, right up until today in 2026, when it comes to Communist politicians lying about the massive illegal immigration influx and lying about the DEI inability to run any type of government, even on the local level.
Side note: I initially first heard this 1972 song back in 1982, when I was an angry teenager and had just discovered both the Beatles and Lennon's solo albums. I didn't realize until much later how second-hand the politics of the 1972 "Some Time in NYC" album was.
A p.s. re "Tricky Dicky" (whom John Lennon knew nothing about, other than what his new Communist wife and friends told him): I was 9 years old and remember watching Nixon's resignation on television. A couple of years later, still a school-kid at age 11, I wrote him a letter expressing my sorrow for what he had been through.
Today, at age 61: Watergate? Ha! A minor scandal. Nixon had been a target of the leftist media since the 1950s, as Eisenhower's VP. Nixon was awkward, a geek. Definitely nowhere near as "cool" as Kennedy (whom Nixon met in the 1960 Presidential debate).
But look at Kennedy's subsequent major gaffes in his brief time as President: Kennedy screwed up the Bay of Pigs; Kennedy allowed the USSR to build the Berlin Wall. Americans' vote for "the cute guy" led to nearly 30 years of the Cold War.
I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied son of Tricky Dicky
Is going to Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
Ooh oh
No short-haired, yellow-bellied son of Tricky Dicky
Is going to Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth, now
I've had enough of watching scenes
With schizophrenic, egocentric, paranoiac, prima donnas
All I want is the truth, now-now
Just give me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied son of Tricky Dicky
Is going to Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I'm sick to death of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth, now
Just give me some truth now
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth, now
Just give me some truth, now
All I want is the truth, now
Just give me some truth, now
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
All I want is the truth
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