That's Me

Some time and it isn't that far off I see us running from the freshly empowered underbelly of our kind If it isn't me they've assembled to destroy In their combat regalia and tomato red caps It's me I hope they'll find That's me in a street fight That's me standing apart from the utterly depraved In their business suits And their awful eyes That's you in a heartbeat That's you running away but there's nowhere left to turn The white sheets are gone It's a new disguise And what is truth and what's a lie Has long been given up as entirely and hopelessly abstract Once upon a time we believed in a free and independent press But that's when there was such a thing as fact That's me with a bullhorn That's me with a placard on my knees In the pouring rain And without a home That's you in a dead heat That's you with the brownshirts on your tail Can you feel the pain Now that you're all alone? Please don't forget about I'm still alive in this I can't hold on for much longer Some time ago in a far off land We talked of things like character and virtue And were you so naive to think that truth would set us free And duly elected men would never hurt you That's me in a cop car Carted away, bloody smudges on the door Worked a clever ploy Like some Winston Smith That's you staying silent So secure that our laws would see us through Now you're just a toy That they're done playing with Please don't forget about I'm still alive in this I can't hold on for much longer