in a forest of stone underneath a corporate canopy
where the sun rarely filters down
the ground is not so soft
it is not so softthey build buildings to house people making money
or they build buildings to make money housing people
it's true, like a lot of things are trueforaging from a phone booth on the forest floor
that is not so soft
i look up, it looks like the builidings are burning
but it's just the sun, setting in the windows
the solar system calling an end to another business day
eternally circling, signalling the rythmic clicking on and off
of computers
the pulse . of the american machine
the pulse . that draws death dancing
out of anonymous side streets
you know, the ones that always get dumped on
but never get ploughedit draws death dancing out of little countries
with funny languages
where the ground is getting harder and it was
not that soft beforebut those who call the shots
are never in the line of fire
why
when there's life for hire out there
if the flag of truth were raised
we could watch every liar rise to wave it
here we learn america like a script
playright, birthright - same thing
we bring ourselves to the role
we're all rehearsing for the presidency
i always wanted to be commander in chief
of my own one woman army
but i can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour
it's the failed america in me
it's the fear that lives
in a forest of stone, underneath the corporate canopy
where the sun rarely filters down
and the ground
is not so soft...
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