Messiah Blues

In the board rooms they're calling For a brand new messiah While the walls are crashing in A dashing three piece suiter with Cold hard connections To build the wall up again The shareholders are crying That everything's dying And the dying are fighting again An old street singer howls about souls The airwaves are pregnant with the future of old A digital tube squeezes out this week's messiah The ground's uneven So the boys are happy wheeling Dealing in guns and peaceful quotes They've got all the answers Perfect gentlemen gangsters Here's a fishy cat casting for votes There's the great pretender playing national defender Blowing bubble boy blues of no note But he's sucked his inflated belly in Sells the scars on his rumpled skin Says his lines are signs he's the new messiah Fake news, fake men, fake truths, amen Fake me out, it's getting pretty weird Soon this nightmare should disappear Fake news, fake men, fake truths, amen Fake news, fake men, fake truths, ah men They're crowning fakes in academia Then sell them to fake media As gifts to a tired world They'll run you with fake history And grind down your humanity As old style depravity unfolds They're selling saccharine stability With collapsing credibility In fairy tale forms that grow cold But a myth is trusted just like gold In an empire's market where dreams are sold A digital spray splashes out this week's messiah Fake news, fake men, fake truths, amen Fake news, fake men, fake truths, ah men Fake news, fake men, fake truths, amen Fake news, fake men, fake truths, ah men Fake news, fake men, fake truths, amen Fake news, fake men, fake truths, ah men