Belly Of The Beast
BERNARD FANNING · Civil Dusk 2016 · Track 04 of 04
Music: Bernard Fanning
Here again I find myself in the belly of the beast Trying to make sense of all this ruin and decline There's no seat at the table for the beggars at the feast Or anybody unprepared to toe the line
The dogs of war devour doves and beggars at the feet Hawks and greedy leaders that clap along and bare their teeth An insipid and compliant press in lockstep on the beat Splashing three word slogans neither them or us believe
Oh please forgive that step into the dark This road will lead us nowhere, this path will see us lost Oh I guess everybody's got a rubicon to cross The future's suffocating on an echo from the past
It's all the same to me if you're red, green, white, black or blue It's your hands that hold the reins, your only mandate is the truth A guardian of future's for the ragged and the bruised A mouthpiece for the voiceless, not a vassal of the few The saying goes that people get the leaders they deserve Take a look at our leaders, I guess that makes us all absurd
Oh please forgive that step into the dark This road will lead us nowhere, this path will see us lost Oh I guess everybody's got a rubicon to cross The future's suffocating on an echo from the past The saying goes that people get the leaders they deserve Here we are in the belly of the beast The saying goes that people get the leaders they deserve