Song Lyrics

Forty million refugees with no place on this earth to call there home
One for every aimless graduate with nothing else to show for it but loans
And those of us who make our mark use someone else's blood
Our western stain won't wash away, it won't vanish in the flood
It seeps deeper through each hurricane and tidal wave and war
Oh woah oh oh
We want everything we see and once it's gone we just want more

Atlas had those shoulders, we've got Ambien and Jameson's and blow
To bind us in a bubble and keep the newsprint nightmare distant and remote
But when we wake in gulitines and pitch our screaming fits
When the govenor strikes up the band and gags our parted lips
When the worst case shows up dressed and dazzling, ready for the ball
Oh woah oh oh
But that bubbles bound to burst and what a tragic way to fall

The tabloids tell us hate
The rat who strikes those subways closed and put's you out
Forget those fifty hour tunnel weeks
Inhaling steel dust poison through his mouth
Well if he don't deserve a pension it makes his family feel secure
If we're now so dissconected it's our reflections we ignore
And if our constant choice is skimming past the writing on the wall
Oh woah oh oh
Then I'm sad to say we're lost and I'm embarrassed for us all

So most days I can't put to rest the burning city smoking in my mind
And I play and pretend the principles are nothin' more than actors runnin' lines
And I stumble through a movie set where tourtered victims laugh
And embedded journalists who juggle knives and daggered glass
While they entertain a mob of heads of state and CEO's
Oh woah oh oh
I stagger past anarchist extras through saloon doors painted gold

So I turn and I see Uncle Sam outside a wardroube ready for a shoot
So I walk right up and talk to him, I tell him that I'm scared and I'm confused
And while they test the cameras out and get the lighting right
While the catering fills coffee cups and carves up apple pie
And while the stylists trim his beard and straighten those clothes
Oh woah oh oh
I ask his empires what made him drive us straight to hell
And as my daydream ends, he stands ashamed, a shocked and shattered shell
But there's never any answer for my starving tongue to tell
Woah oh oh oh
'Cause the director shouted action, and from offset its just as well

Kevin Patrick Devine

The duration of The Burning City Smoking is 5:32 minutes and seconds.