"Fiscal Cliff" lyrics

"Fiscal Cliff"

Talkin' shit about a "fiscal cliff"
A lot of effort at imagining
A situation, even a crisis
Just a distraction from the main event:
They gave you credit
Then cut your card up
Gave you a student loan but there's no work
Gave you a mortgage
Then took your house keys
And somehow, you keep saying, "Thank you, sir"
If you're angry, well, I'm angry, too
And I talk to myself like I know you do
And I've been hiding in my laptop, too
But in my mirror, I see you
In my mirror, I see a movement
Let's move
But talkin' shit about the "1%"
Well, that isn't gonna get you anything
It's another slogan - it's been co-opted!
It's just a clever bit of marketing
Who needs the tanks when we hand it over?
Who needs a beacon if you're fine with fog?
Whatever this is, it isn't working
It's not an argument
It's nothing
(It's not)
If you're angry, well, I'm angry, too
And I talk to myself like I know you do
And I've been hiding in my laptop, too
But in my mirror, I see you
In my mirror, I see a movement
You gotta marvel at the magic trick
That makes us choose against our interests


Writer(s): Kevin Patrick Devine
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