But I can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour
Rise to wave it here
Underneath the corporate canopy
Out there if a flag of truth were raised we could watch every liar
It draws death dancing out of little countries with funny languages
Or they build buildings to make money off of housing people
Where the sun rarely filters down
To another business day
We bring ourselves to the role
The rhythmic clicking on and off of computers
And never get plowed
We're all rehearsing for the presidency
I look up, it looks like the buildings are burning
Playwright, birthright, same thing
We learn America like a script
The pulse of the American machine
It's the fear that lives in a forest of stone
Of my one woman army
Eternally circling, signally
Where there's life for hire
I am foraging for a phone booth on the forest floor that is not so soft
The pulse that draws death dancing out of anonymous side streets
I always wanted to be commander in chief
Where the ground is getting harder and it was not that soft before
Those who call the shots are never in the line of fire, why
But it's just the sun setting
It's true, like a lot of things are true
You know the ones that always get dumped on
It's the failed America in me
They build buildings to house people making money
Where the sun rarely filters down
The solar system calling an end
The ground is not so soft, not so soft
