Still being the world police, while being hated by many
Disasters happen and the world still looks to us
Soon a shrug will be all that we can offer
The money is gone, there is no more
How’s that social justice working?
We’ll saddle our grandchildren with the debt
Begging for someone to buy our promises
Just one more time, we say
We can continue the illusion another day
Stop the madness.
We’ll saddle our grandchildren with the debt
Begging for someone to buy our promises
I wouldn’t worry about the grandchildren. We will be living like cavemen, and money won’t mean anything