The Future Ain't What It Used To Be

Such a lovely job this is
“such a lovely job.”

The piper sends his troops across the land.
Look at the crowd cheer.
Look at their families weep for Christ's sake.
Where are we headed?
We're on a path trailed by the cat's claws.
See that wounded man on the side of the tracks?
We're on the side in which chaos covers our mouths.
...and men lay waste to facts.

A message to the General.
We've missed the target yet again.
Time to turn an eye away from the chaos that has ensued.
Relentless to the drum beat, the queen's wish is absurd.
The newspapers are covered in an “L” word.
Don't neglect the fine print.
Just reject the prophet.

And she says...

“Send them a message.
Light them up like an august night.
Let's strip them of their clothes.
And take away their rights.
Let's teach them our beliefs.
We'll send them into the bright lights.
And we will fall under the sky.
And everything is alright...
It is alright. Everything is alright.
Yeah, it's alright. Everything is just fine.
Yeah, it's just fine. Everything is ok.
Yeah, it is ok. Everything is....
Fine.”

Light up that cigarette. Burn that wicker chest and set this mess aflame.
The tiger is alive but can't reclaim his name.
Like a painting in an art hall. Another death on a shelf.
We forged a truce with the devil himself.
The press is pressuring the martyrs to claim their prize.
But it's so hard to see...when you don't have a disguise.

“They've worn out their welcome haven't they?”
“Let's make room for our briefcases and luxury cars.”
“The queen wouldn't like it if she didn't have room for her shoes.”

“Send them a message.
Light them up like an august night.

Let's strip them of their clothes.
And take away their rights.
Let's teach them our beliefs.
We'll send them into the bright lights.
And we will fall under the sky.
And everything is alright...
It is alright. Everything is alright.
Yeah, it's alright. Everything is just fine.
Yeah, it's just fine. Everything is ok.
Yeah, it is ok. Everything is....
Clear now.”