wide eyed wonderboys

in the house of fine

blame-tight pinstripes

walk the beggar's mile

knee deep, rising

in a river of denial

we're broken together

carry on dividing

counting on obliquity

crushing hands and hopes

under heel

troubles under carpets

as the water's coming in

first to feel the growlers

are the gallows in the galley

cos we're broken together

woke up and freaked

cos you're in a firedamp

can't fight your way out

in too deep to decamp

superimpositions of wealth

and have not

if you're our moral compasses

we truly are lost

we had high hopes for g.i. joe

waterboarding his own kid

like a good sergeant

texas hold'em underwater

we're pointing a finger

wide eyed wonderboys

in a war fog

bunkering banksters

in a shrinking bubble

friends are fair-weather

when it rains

you're in trouble

but we're broken together

playing up the differences

so change don't come

there's no wind

times they ain't achanging that much

all suited up

check your mask is in place

hiding in plain sight

but we can all see you faces

woke up and freaked

cos you're in a firedamp

can't find your way out

in too deep to decamp

superimpositions of wealth

and have not

if you're our moral compasses

we truly are lost

we had high hopes for g.i. joe

waterboarding his own kid

like a good sergeant

but we're pointing a fing