No ratings.
Have your say (no matter what that say is), it's your voice, don't let someone else use it |
House of Cards The house of cards keeps falling Slipping lower every time With every hand dealt calling Raising, folded in a line With picket fences crowded By gamblers lost, struck out and truth that's barely shrouded Beneath fatigue, self greed and doubt Doubt that dealers listen, When we're shuffled crappy hands Decks plated gold that glisten Rigged to blow up where we stand Precarious with backs to walls In apathy we play Objections spent, wrapped up in thralls Enveloped in the fray With weighted dice, the chips fall wrong, and people stake their bets With sleight of hand, the magic's strong in hooks, line, sinkers... nets As panic buttons make us swim In tight against the tide Currents we're obscured in … Affairs in which we hide Cause we don't serve their purpose there Divisions must be drawn As Trump cards, they pollute the air Alternate truths are born Born and bred and raised in shit like mushrooms in the dark Logic grounded where we sit In idioms so stark As gambles lost, divide themselves Too thin against the house As armies fold, ideals shelve … to fat cats, we're a mouse To be lied to and played with As traps are lined with cheese Our bedtime stories made myth Where bad things come in threes Elected, built on 'solid truths' Foundations forged from lies Fortune tellers saying soothes A past that's spilt 'tween cries Split and reassembled Throwing darkness in the light Whilst fresh foundations tremble 'neath cards as black as night A house of cards so fragile If only we could see Instead with fears agile In apathy we flee We let the horses race on Red, yellow, purple, blue Race lines drawn, marked down wrong So the winner isn't true Proportional, the point is missed Representing, loose and fast First past the post is promised … Hoof for hoof, they come in last Annoyed we tear up tickets At the gerrymandered track We could revolt, but that's not cricket So we just meander back Leaving picket lines left calling “Please move along, merci” This house of cards is falling “There's nothing here to see” |