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
 [bad word] hands and hopes 
under heel
troubles under carpets
as the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
we [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
we [bad word] are lost

we had high hopes for g.i. joe
waterboarding his own kid
like a good sergeant
but we're pointing a finger