Capo - 1st Fret
F#m - X-10-12-12-11-10
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...