Fox’s Tango

Lyrics

There's a dying man down on the street No anger left, he can't feel his feet Trees can fall with one gust of wind Rising tide of hatred, born on the wing Not enough love in a world of pain Satan wears a suit, fanning the flames Smile on your brother, that's what you used to do Tango to the foxtrotting out fake news Half of the world living in clover The other half, famished, looks like it's over Half of the world living in clover The other half, famished, looks like it's over