The storm clouds always pass you by
You’re never touched by others lives
Shut off from the outside world – is this all you want?
Fulfill your selfish needs – is this all there is?
You just hang around
Pretend you’re underground
Deprived of light and sound
You wouldn’t know there’s something wrong
Instant thrills are all you know
Snort a fortune up your nose
The spoils of accident of birth – is this all you want?
Idle privilege – is this all there is?
Shut yourself off hide away
Piss your hopes and dreams away
Pop the corks, cut the cocaine
Nothing left for another day
Of course, you’ve nothing new to say
The country’s burning while you play
But would you notice anyway?
The windows got smashed in last night
Stars were daubed, books set alight
The sound of marching in the street – they’re crying out for blood
Gunshots in the air – they’re crying out for war
They came to take them all away
The neighbours with the funny name
But you just take another drink – what else can you do?
And look the other way – there’s nothing you can say!
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