Empty hands reach for a promise Big mouth shouting from a rented stage Big plans written on a napkin Small purchase at the end of the day You sell us dreams in a paper bag For a few more clean rooms and a flag Liar's grin at the camera lens Count the money, call it values, call it friends And you point your finger down the wrong road At the ones with nothing left to hold Direct the anger, let it burn and grow Until people believe what they've been told War with war, does that make it right? You just feed the fire through the night And the Earth in the process only gets colder Only gets shyer, only gets older Every election just a new mask on the same face Every speech a line from yesterday's disgrace Green words on a gray morning sky You talk about the future while children just breathe and cry Taxes climb but down there there's nothing left And you still call it fair, still call it blessed When things get tight, you look for scapegoats fast Among the weakest, among the ones who couldn't last And you point your finger down the wrong road At the ones with nothing left to hold Direct the anger, let it burn and grow Until people believe what they've been told War with war, does that make it right? You just feed the fire through the night And the Earth in the process only gets colder Only gets shyer, only gets older Quick money on a slow dying street Every deal a cold cut, every promise obsolete Populism on the posters, painted bright and cheap And we pay for this crap while you're counting sleep Environmental lies on the table, neat and clean But the river runs brown and the air turns mean Your fear sells briefly, like a match in the rain But the truth doesn't stay small, it grows with the pain But when we stand together, shoulder to shoulder tight The whole illusion falls apart in the morning light Your towers of paper, your castles of sand Can't hold when we reach out hand to hand Empty hands can still make a fist Big mouths can still be kissed by silence And every lie you've ever told will rust When we decide to trust what we must And you point your finger down the wrong road At the ones with nothing left to hold Direct the anger, let it burn and grow Until people believe what they've been told War with war, does that make it right? You just feed the fire through the night And the Earth in the process only gets colder Only gets shyer, only gets older Empty hands, big mouth Empty promises running south Big plans, small purchase We're still here on th
Streamed via Audius · Listen on Audius