You are not the hero of this story ♪ You see the nation's gaping maw Each time it yawns Away the latest outrage Home is a sarlacc pit Brutes aping men Making beasts out of men Women, children caged By maps By debt By comfort By razor wire By the way things are You can't unsee it Your eyes are hot and you're poured out Burning for want of more than indignation But always, you cool And the gleaming screens remind you How good it is to be young and dying In the occident supreme All ivory and brushed aluminum Preening, posing, grinning Denuding the earth Still everywhere Between Mammon's temples and the shelter of the overpass Between present and prelude Between us and other Between the last gang of souls and the next Between my coursing blood and yours There is no frontier