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Here we are, who's payed attention?
The pop culture politics, the buzzwords of recession
I wanna know, wanna know, do you believe them?
I heard there was something on the streets
In Rekjavic and Riga and in Athens and Nairobi
That I didn't see here. well what should I expect?
The self obsessed, we are the ones content
With the wool pulled over our eyes
And we're wondering why
We can't tell the smoke from the sky
So it passed, that fair-weather activists
And armchair revolutions were proved irrelevant
What we didn't grasp
The closeness, the permanence, the failure
And all in all it was so typically American
We sat out global revolt
And watched the video on the internet
The feedback, the images, obscured and second hand
They're the wool pulled over our eyes
This house of cards is getting close the wind
Blissfully impotent, so long as you pretend
It's a pitiful place until you understand
This is Rome and we are Romans