On a morning in November you were blinded by the sun 
In your place that makes you feel so safe from everyone 
You're totally oblivious to world poverty 
Not affected by the millions that you don't see 

And so we toast to opportunity and talk about the weather 
Although we never look each other in the eye 
We are paranoid and out of step with every word that we just said 
We all sound [bad word] crazy and no one can lie down in their own bed 

In a moment you will tell us of your own personal [bad word] 
I'm starting to believe that everyone is for themselves 
We really don't have an eternity to make our [bad word] [bad word] 

But thinking for tomorrow isn't in you 

On my way down to the city I was looking out the window 
At some point you learned to look the other way 
We're so desperate it's dangerous, we basically have lost our heads 
Responsible for nothing but taking credit where ever we can 

And so we live under the garden where we can hide 
And not smell the dregs of earth 
Beneath the sun of the same planet, inherit wealth, inherit dirt