Fear

We're the ineffectual upper middle class apologists
With no real ax to grind, we're saying
'All for one' or is it 'One for all'?
We're like a pile of bricks that fell from an impenetrable brick wall

Are we safe here? Or has our loan come due?
The action is outside, it's revolution in slow motion

Holler out your bumper sticker: 'Elect a clown then
Expect a circus', 'Visualize whirled peas'
And we know that won't make it happen but it's those little everyday things
They ripple and get bigger but you know we all have needs

Looking out from the high up windows
In climate controlled spaces, we're pacing to the
Sounds of the street flying right past the glass
Cries of reason sent skyward

On the megaphone
They're calling out
On the megaphone
With their screams and shouts they're screaming
'Fight fire with fire'
'An eye for an eye'
Is this resistance?
The house it burnt down
And the eyes blind

Are we safe here? Or entombed by our apathy?
The action is outside, it's revolution in slow motion
New histories are written without ink

The aristocracy is the second percent
Or the twentieth, it's all the same to the eighty
And barely discernible from the one or one tenth