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...