Back before the age of good plastic
Wisdom began with knowing the names of dogs
And mustaches were made to withstand revolutions
We looked to the East for our scapegoats
As small cheers would rumble through the contagions
With every new boatload coughed up on shore.
Never in our wild imaginings did we dream
Of the revenue streams drying as we hopelessly
Fed them our tears, constellations, precision parts
And the territorial fishing rights we had stolen
From the red nations for jobs in blanket factories.
But, we were desperate, gears need to mesh,
So we’ve sewn up the nets and released the butterflies
Into the corporate atrium, this is you buy we fry.
Get your tickets now because there’s one in there
With enough meat on its bones to feed half your family.