"the tinfoil revolution"
Nursing back a bloody lip and a busted dream
Here practicing your most emotive scream
That's made with no emotion at all
Shoulders back and standing tall
It's never been so hard to fall
Boardwalk nails, driftwood shards and fishhooks
The way that it feels to be nothing at all
Cherry soda, counting votes
Got cold feet with reluctant tones
She says it never gets this cold
In California
Maybe we should pack it up for the West Coast?
Patchwork, two-tone visionary
The new-age retro modern Mary
Salvation in the cellophane city
To save us from ourselves
We're making our time, but are we making the most?
I'm afraid that I've stopped crossing the finish line
I'm afraid that I'm not servicing the bottom line
I'm afraid of you
You're afraid of me
Let's celebrate humanity
Hold hands
Colourblind
Your face is beaten black and blue
You've got nowhere to be
I've got nowhere to be
I've got nowhere left to be
We've got nowhere left to be
I've got nothing
I've got nothing
I've got nothing at all
To be
Emergency sirens lull me asleep
Ice picks and propellers
Excavators chewing the earth
Radio cars spreading the gospel
Of peace in the land of the free
Suburban mansions with the front lights off
Stagnant and silent since birth
All of us with nowhere to be
All of us with nothing to be
All of us with nothing but the way
That it feels to be no one at all.