Tail Lights

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