Call It What It Is

I've been having trouble sleeping On the days when I'm awake, I spend my time grinding my teeth And I'm not sure what I should do about it - what should I do about it? I guess it don't matter what I think A great storm gathers in the distance It's miles away right now, but it'll be here in a few minutes And the housing that you can't afford, because you are too poor Will barely even count as shelter when you're in it I swear, this place is fucking haunted The ghosts here tell you anything you wanted to hear But baby, if we're being honest Let's just call it what it is Let's just call it what it is Call it the sounding of the trumpet, the beginning of the end Call it the Roman coliseum, call it two coins for the dead Call it a compromise of ethics, call it politics of fear Call it a perfect economic system that crashes every year Call it police goons burning forests, or surveillance in your home Call it a coffin at the boys club, a pound of flesh for skull and bones Call it the rising cost of freedom we're all too poor to afford Call it matches on the pyre, call it another pointless war Can I tell you something true? Can I tell you something true? I'm gonna tell you something true: You've got more in common with some dirty peasant living in Some foreign land you've never been Than with the senator for your state, who's never had to steal or beg And only sees you as a paper in the ballot box that should've had his name Let's just call it what it is Let's just call it what it is Let's just call it what it is A capitalist nightmare piece of shit Let's just call it what it is Let's just call it what it is Let's just call it what it is Let's just call it what it is Let's just call it what it is Let's just call it what it is Let's just call it what it is A capitalist nightmare piece of shit