This hole that we're digging is getting too far deep!
From where that I'm sitting, the sides look very steep!
My eyes feel like tearing, my voice says talk is cheap!
And if we don't soon start climbing, this ride's a dead-end street!
My tired eyes go glancing along the page.
My tired mind goes dancing around the rage.
Is this my always cage?
Is this my always cage?
The message we're sending is selfishness complete!
As a man bleeds to dying, there's looting in the street!
This house we're dividing is falling 'round our feet!
For most go on starving, a few sit down to eat!
Our children will see us as something of a creep!
If we send their small, bright blue ball, crashing in defeat!
The last treat we'll give them is something really sweet!
For all that is left is a burning front row seat!
