Stop at the newsagent, late for low pay

Unimaginable horror on every front page

Count to seven seven times, keep the evil at bay

Buy a latte and start your day

Seems pretty clear there’s something very, very wrong here

But life aboard Titanic’s just walking the line

So it’s keep moving, eyes forward, whistle past the graveyard

Have your breakdown quietly, everything’s fine

Here

Now

Pills in hand

I fix an eye on the firestorm

Survey the land

I want a new view from my window

One that reminds me of me

So ring the warning bell, sound the Monday alarm

And take me shaking, to the trees

We used to say “we’re gonna change the world”

And we’d say it without irony, it blows my mind

Sign on the bus reminds us not to spit at staff

I hang my head for all our kind

Desperate in supermarkets, crazy in conversation

Modern man fixes his hair

Flat out over the cartoon cliff

Coyote legs pummelling thin, thin air

Here

Now

Remote in hand

I fix an eye on the firestorm

Survey the land

I want a new view from my window

One that reminds me of me

So ring the warning bell, sound the Monday alarm

And take me shaking, to the trees

It may be time to actually move on

Maybe actually make the move

It sounds okay when other people say it

So why’s it so hard to believe?

I can get myself out of here, pick myself off this ashtray floor

Head for the door and leave