Lyrics

If we could strangle out the color from this place We'd paint a pallor over cobble and pastel We would hobble all the knees of all the dancers And poison all the wells We will clear cut all the trees and scrape the dirt beneath your feet We will box it up and sell it back to you We will strip mine all the mountainsides Leave fallow soil where all of your crops grew And we'll dine upon the plunder Our fattened faces full and flush with unspilled blood And don't you pout, don't you cry Lest the bombers blot the sky And turn towns to ashes one by one On the odd hour I retreat into a daydream reverie Of abandoned tanks and crumbled treasuries Exquisite nascent fantasies What hell upon the Earth we wrought to get to this Fed back into our mouths by 7 billion fists Once proud industrialists float face down in the sea Held under by the arc of history Our grand design is turning on the spit On coals we stirred and lit Our card-walled dynasty Enough to light the penitentiary Our legacy of cruelty and war in pious cruciform Never to return So I think I'll stick around to watch it burn