Beyond the Rubicon
Now Rome is on fire
We’ve been ridin’ shotgun
Beside a getaway driver
Tried to get some education
Now they pretend I’m guilty of some crime
They keep sending those letters
To tell me I’m living on borrowed time
What did I learn besides the fact
That the system is a shell game
Odds always favor the house
And the damned pit bosses feel no shame
Go ahead and comment
Privileged spectators to the fight
Tell me to keep working ever harder
Without any end in sight
Don’t ya tell me to be patriotic
As tyranny wears no disguise
I just don’t have patience to listen
Tell it to my tail lights
I know it’s said Rome wasn’t built in a day
But in a couple decades it’s been sacked
So-called public servants tell us to
join a press-gang and help build back
We aren’t the ones guilty of tearing it down
For the true looters sit upon high
Like spectators in the colosseum
Jeering for gladiators to fight
Don’t tell me how to clear the speck
While you got that whole log in your eye
We know about the bunga bunga parties
Privilege buys any forbidden delight
Don’t ya tell me to be productive
As decadence wears no disguise
I just don’t have patience to listen
So, tell it to my tail lights
Karma exacts a toll for
crossing this continent it seems
Our ancestors cast others out to
make way for spreading their seed
It wasn’t with malice that they crossed
The powers-that-be used them as pawns
Called their plight “manifest destiny”
In order to pompously goad them on
Now a new generation feels pressured to flee
This time tetraethyl lead is the blight
Drives the aging into psychopathy
So that they cannot empathize with the plight
Don’t ask me to stick around
And rebuild what ya’ll set alight
I just don’t have patience to listen
So, tell it to my tail lights
