Apolitical Journey

How was it before it all Before the swamp was drained and all Before the flood, before the fall For I can't recall that time at all How was it, my friend, before the flood Before the streets were covered in blood Strange time, good time indeed But now it's time for greed But take me Back to that time On a turn of a dime Like a tornado, this fire and fury Without a trial, judge or jury But what happened to all the laws No collusion at all Meanwhile, pale blue dot is turning black Press is giving you flak And there may be no turning back Money goes in, big companies win And everyone else is left blowing in the wind It has to come from within To fix the machine and we all win They say all politics is local But that doesn't stop me from being vocal You know, it's all well and good Until it reaches your neighborhood But take me Back to that time On a turn of a dime Like a tornado, this fire and fury Without a trial, judge or jury But what happened to all the laws No collusion at all Meanwhile, pale blue dot is turning black Press is giving you flak And there may be no turning back So listen while you still can This could be the fall of man Haven't all the stones been tossed And now, we can't tell, what's the cost listen while you still can This could be the fall of man Haven't all the stones been tossed And now, we can't tell, what's the cost What happened to all the laws No collusion at all Meanwhile, pale blue dot is turning black Press is giving you flak And there may be no turning back And in the end, the more things change The more they stay the same And that's the name of the game