Lyrics State of the Union - EMC, Hermitofthewoods

State of the Union

It’s all Molotov volatile
Bottle broke and soaked the rubble
Tunnels in the jungle, Smoke
Trouble choke folks til they mumble through bubbles
Huddled masses yearn to breathe free, believe me
It’s not easy — Less Dorothy, more Adibisi
Police are getting greasy, seeing streets like a pistol range
Victim’s names tagged on bricks with blood stains
The Game flashes on a few screens and then vanishes
People buy whatever they want
The thought’s abandoned
As the plots along the blocks
Where my city should be planted
There’s a method to the madness — pass it off as random
Dancing in the dark — Singing party anthems
The Boss writes blue collar music lampin in his mansion
The cops are smashing windows
Arresting who they wanna
Anyone says anything, they’re probably a goner
We’ve seen a lot of judges go on and lose their honour
Over mandatory minimums for smoking marijuana
And we’re actually asking if Alaska is an island
If the length of her skirt is a reason to get violent
If the colour of his skin is the way we should define him
If believing something different
Nullifies the need for science
Defiance will divide the sides
While lives are being squandered
Wander through the wilderness
Denying we’ve been conquered
Onward.
Juggernaut stubborn — chaos is mundane
Laws are embedded in the brain
So everything remains the same
It’s a shame that it had to come to this
That a difference of opinion
Led to bruised and bloody fists
Ego trips and inclusion by comparison
Racism and hating women are capital A American
It’s embarrassing;
The virtues some choose to rule their views
Dazed and confused
In the house where they were raised and abused
I’m amazed by the lack of hesitation
The State still has no business
In the bedrooms of the nation
Class war behind a bullet-proof glass door
Sucker punch strategists and trickle-down tax laws
Slack jawed, toss a hammer in the hornet’s nest
Bring the sun down upon the west
Oh yes, the manifest destiny we were taught to see
Is rotten with hypocrisy and often just a mockery
Remix old philosophy and make it hot
Sell it all again until we’ve given all we’ve got
We talk a lot it’s time-time for some action
It seems drastic with the general level of satisfaction
It’s magic — the illusions have been ruined
But we need to see the truth
And that’s the State of the Union
The days just starting, sun’s receding
I’m still awake, the machine ain’t sleeping
Rhyme for reason beefing with the leader of the beavers
Think he’s trying to please the eagle
Trade agreements, don’t believe him
Think he’s scheming, global village pillage villains cheerleading
Trust isn’t a coupon — you can’t redeem it
Things ain’t even Steven, hope you get defeated
Needing more than a vote when the choice is the lesser evil
Kyoto a no go, ozone’s depleting
Oust our leader on behalf of our species
He’s got republican features;
I got rumbling speakers
Furious like the 5 with boogie down teachings
In a Who’s who hinterland, endangered Canadian habitat
Make a stand, way of life, change of plan
So much to say: where the voices at?
Only change on the radio waves — Nickelback
My hope for brighter days just some ultra violet rays
Send budget to the barber while Harper gets a raise
Sell us down the river, sold the water to bidders
And the contract for the ships at an APEC dinner
Send out the chopper to pick up Peter Mckay
Help those rich people with the taxes paid
Those winos on welfare looking so ugly
While the subsidized wealthy are sipping there bubbly
To whom its concerning, the woods are still burning
So learn the diversions, ad bust them, subvert them
Serving these vermin a verdict with Hermit
The voice of the voiceless makes them nervous
Try to speak with hope and purpose
Soundtrack to this fucking circus
Can we change it?
Are we losing badly?
What’s the cost in the grand finale?
Will we stand and rally, through peaks and valleys
Til we write our own maps like Rand McNally?
Raise your voice up, fill the sky
After the darkest night the sun will rise
Change must come from all our lives
This ain’t a feel good album made to dance and grind
Cause I was starting to feel, they treat us like seals
Being clubbed to death — reclaim the wheels of steel
Don’t just march to your own beat, put it in riot gear
Long commute to justice, increasing times of fear
I fear we’re all doomed sometimes
Nothing left to do turn up the volume
On the active movements of mass inclusion
That map a future of vast improvement
Cause these bastard humans are attacking our future
And that’s the state of the union