Drill, Baby, Drill

It is hard to get a grip when you’re holding in your hands
All these promises of paradise and conquered foreign lands
I was thinking of your family / About the way you live (and wondering)
Are you doing better? / Are you glad with how it is

Have the dollars trickled down
Are the homeless in your town
Working harder cause you told them That they should?
Is it bringing joy to you
To know others suffer too
Are you sleeping better Like you thought you would?

With your hammers and your shovels It's a fools gold you chase
As if chaos and destruction / are the things that made us great
It is said a house united / Is a house that never falls
Now we hang our flag inverted / From the highest mountain walls

Watch the markets coming down
As the royals brandish crowns
Calling facts and their opinions all the same
Now your uncle’s out of work
And he drinks the stuff that burns
And he promises that everything’s ok 

Somewhere on the great horizon / As the sun begins to set
There are farmers who are famished / There are children you forget
There are winners there are losers / There is noone  in between
Yeah the middle disappeared amongst / The sound of these machines 

And the champions are few
And the rest are me and you
As we treat it all game of zero sum
There are evil entities 
There are forces that will be
Whose will is it that you pray shall be done?