We’re covered in fingerprints from thumbing the pages, looking for some escape. But all the bold letters they just say the same thing: There’s no way out of this… We never believed you. We never believed in you. Just look what you’ve done. And how, how could you go there, wearing your white gloves? Can’t you see what you’ve done…Where’s the safety net now, where’s the damage control? We were promised a whole set of balances. You took the crookedest line to our door and you left us with one million eyes closed… Back at the homestead we’re fighting our instinct [bad word]  [bad word] [bad word] for the hills. But with everyone leaning I think that it’s tipping, I just see over the edge… So when you fall out of this chance, there’s no one to buy you back, from all that you’ve done… So go, get the [bad word] out of this house. Just hurry alone now, ‘cause there’s work to be done… Where’s the safety now, where’s the damage control? We were promised a whole set of balances. You took the crookedest line to our door and you left us with one million backs turned. Where’s the safety now, where’s the light at the end? It was never enough to have everything. You took the crookedest line to our door
And you left us with one million eyes closed…