Satellites

Lyrics
Fire on the thoroughfare No one's going anywhere They say these are but the vestiges Their banners look like bandages A martyr's face, an acronym Beat the drum and sing the hymn Struggle red and bible black The riot squad is holding back The nation lost an industry Someone closed a factory The decision unilateral The damage done, collateral The president was in a pinch Budget cuts or start to print Basis points gone through the roof Now what's a head of state to do? High above without a sound The satellites keep going round An astronaut, a cameraman Is drifting out in no man's land He's tethered to the studio Atlanta we are good to go The hungry eye has got the feed Producer's getting what he needs The anchor asks: Will government cave in to local discontent? High above without a sound The satellites keep going round LCDs on trading floors In living rooms, appliance stores LCDs at S&P Moody's and Fidelity Somewhere there's an average Joe Opening an envelop Somewhere a retiree Is staring at a balance sheet High above without a sound The satellites keep going round
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Credits
- Writers
- Richard Shindell