(No More) Apathy

Sitting down in your easy chair Reading the paper Dog lying at your feet Television talks about destruction But you don’t care You’re living kind of sweet And the people sitting on the doorstep Death waiting all around The people living in the doorways Faces to the crowd What you looking for When you’re standing by the open door And the world outside is staring in Ain’t it full of sin No more The world outside doesn’t bother you It’s an image brought in by the tube Imagination’s all you see When you look outside You see the sea And the seagulls The seas of humanity are huge The sailors and deckhands That craft the world that we once knew Are falling by the pride of governments Like refugees who sink to win Their freedom is a costly thing Do you see them dying in the promised land No more Apathy won’t get you nowhere in the world of today You’re caught in the middle No escape You’ve got a choice to make Better make it soon One way or another You’ll end up shot Out in the open air With eyes that watch the cameras glare In living rooms and bars And there you go Dying in the promised land Sitting down in your easy chair Staring blindly Dog lying at your feet You opened your eyes To the world outside And the world came rushing in To meet you like a riot Forced out in the streets Of a bombed-out town Where no one sees the government Do you see them dying Ain’t it full of sin No more Take aim Aim taken Fire Fired Destroyed.