System system with a capital S
But who signs the papers? Who cleans up the mess?
Are we janitors in the belly of the beast?
Scrubbing the floors of a windowless office
corporation co-operation
while the real men of courage are down at the station
hey bring me a coffee with plenty of cream
while down in the cells we nod off and dream
of la la la la la la la la
love and peace and anarchy
and all of the people we wanted to be
And when we get out we feel so alone
waiting for someone to bring the boys back home
...
the system that makes the poor fight the wars of the rich
forced to choose between soldier for the cause or digger in the ditch
System system well it don't mean a thing
a clockwork doll built to shoulder the burden
a remedy by way of omission
ignoring the truth behind our oppression
the throne is empty, god is dead
so we bow to the masters in our own heads
and stand in line at the demonstration
with a sign that has written "Bring the Boys Back Home"
but what will we do if they really appear?
Give em a handshake and buy them a beer?
then throw them OUT on their ass when the last train's gone
with nothing to eat, no way to keep warm
then down by the river, the boredom sets in
while they're up in the boardroom drinking tonic and gin
bulletproof glass makes the silence complete
so they don't hear the chant that rises up from the streets...
...and they don't care anyway
[Bring the boys back home - chant]
...
the system that makes the poor fight the wars of the rich
forced to choose between soldier for the cause or digger in the ditch
Beautifully moody art rock from Virginia that recalls the dark glory of bands like Echo & the Bunnymen and Psychedelic Furs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2020