Lyrics Dead Elm - Talons'

Dead Elm

Back in the Bush years I was mad
But somehow this is much worse, maybe cuz now I’m a dad
And compared to this somehow that doesn’t seem so bad
I am my black Whole Trade banana at the side of the road
Brag about healthy eating then pick up some trash on my way home
How many years till we admit that’s just not who we are anymore?
Maybe we don’t
Maybe we never stop
Everything’s broken I look down, look out
Dead elm in the yard, please don’t fall
Living and dying in a dying red state, staying quiet
Dying in a dying red state, staying quiet