Capital Lyrics

i want every acre burned
to spite the restless and reckless
who would have and have you believe
that their great ideas and cherished things...
are for sale if only you get in line
as though means grows on trees

we may sit hunkered down and safely home
but we are always, always alone.

i want bodies to fall out of the sky
like a plague, like a storm
for the sagging faces and hollow eyes
that part the air on this cadaver cart
on this cold meat tray
for come what may
and it will come

we may sit hunkered down and safely home
but we are always, always alone.
as if luck falls from father to son
for come what may and it will come
it will come.

(privelege and excess. gated and locked homes.
the idea that having more is part of what we are all entitled to.
and that in turn, we will be happier in the end.
the emptiness one feels cant be filled no matter how big the car or tv.)