Standard (EADGBE)

40 million refugees

with no place on this earth to call their home

one for every aimless graduate

with nothing else to show for it but loans

And those of us who make a mark

use someone else's blood

Our western stain won't wash away

won't vanish in the flood

It goes deeper through each hurricane

and tidal wave and war

We want everything we see

and once it's gone we just want more

Atlas had those shoulders

We've got Ambien and Jamesons and blow

to bind us in a bubble

keep the newsprint nightmare distant and remote

But when we wake in guillotines

And pitch our screaming fits

When the governors strikes up the band

And gags our parted lips

When the worst case shows up dressed and dazzling,

Ready for the ball

Boy, that bubbles bound to burst,

And what a tragic way to fall

The tabloids tell us hate the rat that

Strikes those subways closed and puts you out

Forgot those 50 hour tunnel weeks inhaling

Steel dust poison through his mouth

Well if he don’t deserve a pension that

Makes his family feel secure

If we're now so disconnected

it's our reflections we ignore

And if our constant choices

skim and pass the writing on the wall

Then, I'm sad to say we're lost

and I'm embarrassed for us all

Just play that same pattern over until the end of the song...