The Greatest Show on Earth

We keep speaking of a revolution
But everyone’s so wrapped up in their own little bubble we’ve forgotten to even do it.
So we sit staring at blue screens with pent-up anger,
Scrolling through news feeds, absorbing propaganda.
Read our papers, breathe our vapours
But know the questions you can raise will be determined by your social status,
And whether or not you’re ‘Jonnie-Big-Potatoes’
And does your face fit the mold of a template that we’ve created?
Cuts and savings on public sectors and education
While corporations pump mass evasions into tax havens.
Just as long as you’re all ‘strong and stable’
But the weak and fragile won’t be saved by a simple case of coining phrases.
So keep working, keep earning, keep the fire burning
Looking for a sense of purpose but never even scratch the surface.
Turn on the TV, a carcass of industry,
The privileged getting paid and praised for stupidity.
Reports from overseas, pictures of horror scenes,
Creating new enemies to back up their policies,
Forced, fake democracy, ballot boxes stamped,
Funds pumped into campaigns while people survive off food banks.
Hear the final curtain call,
Lions feed and kingdoms fall
Guided eyes and silver screens
The greatest show on earth goes on and on.
I can’t hold this feeling for too long.
I can’t hold this feeling.
Distract and attack, distract and attack
They’re putting stars in our eyes and sticking knives in our back
Distract and attack, distract and attack
They’re putting stars in our eyes and sticking knives in our fucking back.
The media’s dividing us, our class is defining us
It feels like a matter of time for us before we fucking bite the dust
Going down in a blaze of glory,
But who ever let the truth get in the way of a good story?
Providing a service to serve less
I’m in the cold on the outside looking in, peering through the Perspex
And given a choice between these politicians,
It’s like asking which fat bloke you’d rather see shagging your Mrs
But what the fuck do I know?
I’m probably just another voice of self-importance being funded by the gyro.
Walking a tight-rope, underneath me, certain death
Far from the other side, carry the burden of a banker’s debt.
He collects a cheque, subsidised by the tax rise,
While the elderly freeze from the inflated gas price.
My friends you’re being chastised for your own misfortune,
Cos in a dog-eat-dog world, it’s gotta be them or you.
Hear the final curtain call,
Lions feed and kingdoms fall
Guided eyes and silver screens
The greatest show on earth goes on and on.
I can’t hold this feeling for too long.
I can’t hold this feeling (for too)
[Patrick Henry]
“They tell us, Sir, that we are weak.
Unable to cope with so formidable an adversary.
The war is inevitable, and let it come.
I repeat, Sir, let it come.
The battle, Sir, is not for the brave alone,
It is for the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Give me liberty, or give me death.”
Hear the final curtain call,
Lions feed and kingdoms fall
Guided eyes and silver screens
The greatest show on earth goes on and on.
I can’t hold this feeling for too long
I can’t hold this feeling for too long.