Be sure to check out that roundabout
I’m sorry to ask but did you hear
News, come in and gossamer tears
The world has heated beyond our cope
I’m asking you, is their any hope?
Are we, bad guys?
The bad guys?
The ones on the TV?
Are we bad guys, bad guys?
We have blood on our hands, and knees
We can’t beg her
Argue snorting (virtue signaling)
Grasp or forking
I just can’t believe
She’s gone and we talked
And argued on TV (no one believes)
About how to get it done for cheep
She gave and gave
And we spewed it all out
It’s now without doubt (dipped our snots in the trough)
That we are
The bad guys
The bad guys, the ones on our own TV
We can’t fix it
Not with words
Accepting the truth
Only we can undo it
If we want
Her to allow us
(Repeat till fade: Live, Act, Only, Save)