They made a statue of us
Then put it on a mountain top
The tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs of fun, have/of fun
They’ll name a city after us
And later say it’s all our fault
Then they’ll give us a talking to
Then they’ll give us a talking to
Cause they’ve got years of experience
Living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Living in a den of thieves
And its contagious
And its contagious
And its contagious
And its contagious
We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep
Living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Living in a den of thieves
And its contagious
And its contagious
And its contagious
And its contagious
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptors mama sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
Living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Living in a den of thieves
And its contagious
And its contagious
And its contagious
And its contagious
With all good poetry, it’s a bit mysterious. “US” may be both “us” and “United States”. “Living in a den of theives” I interpreted to be the current administration.
“The tourists come and stare at us” may refer to europeans.
Imho, good poetry, lyrics and literature are always a bit ambiguous.
Imho, it’s not communicating much of anything, like 99% of popular culture.
Ambiguity is a way to hide, to allow people to think something means whatever they want it to mean. Beneath all the camouflage, there is a truth.
Obama let people believe he was a racial healer, a uniter. Worthy of a Nobel prize.