Apolitical Journey

How was it before it all
Before the swamp was drained and all
Before the flood, before the fall
For I can't recall that time at all

How was it, my friend, before the flood
Before the streets were covered in blood
Strange time, good time indeed
But now it's time for greed

But take me

Back to that time
On a turn of a dime
Like a tornado, this fire and fury
Without a trial, judge or jury

But what happened to all the laws
No collusion at all
Meanwhile, pale blue dot is turning black
Press is giving you flak
And there may be no turning back

Money goes in, big companies win
And everyone else is left blowing in the wind
It has to come from within
To fix the machine and we all win

They say all politics is local
But that doesn't stop me from being vocal
You know, it's all well and good
Until it reaches your neighborhood

But take me

Back to that time
On a turn of a dime
Like a tornado, this fire and fury
Without a trial, judge or jury

But what happened to all the laws
No collusion at all
Meanwhile, pale blue dot is turning black
Press is giving you flak
And there may be no turning back

So listen while you still can
This could be the fall of man
Haven't all the stones been tossed
And now, we can't tell, what's the cost

listen while you still can
This could be the fall of man
Haven't all the stones been tossed
And now, we can't tell, what's the cost

What happened to all the laws
No collusion at all
Meanwhile, pale blue dot is turning black
Press is giving you flak
And there may be no turning back

And in the end, the more things change
The more they stay the same
And that's the name of the game