Not So Soft (live)

in a forest of stone underneath a corporate canopy
 where the sun rarely filters down
 the ground is not so soft
 it is not so soft
 they build buildings to house people making money
 or they build buildings to make money housing people
 it's true, like a lot of things are true
 foraging from a phone booth on the forest floor
 that is not so soft
 i look up, it looks like the builidings are burning
 but it's just the sun, setting in the windows
 the solar system calling an end to another business day
 eternally circling, signalling the rythmic clicking on and off
 of computers
 the pulse . of the american machine
 the pulse . that draws death dancing
 out of anonymous side streets
 you know, the ones that always get dumped on
 but never get ploughed
 it draws death dancing out of little countries
 with funny languages
 where the ground is getting harder and it was
 not that soft before
 but those who call the shots
 are never in the line of fire
 why
 when there's life for hire out there
 if the flag of truth were raised
 we could watch every liar rise to wave it
 here we learn america like a script
 playright, birthright - same thing
 we bring ourselves to the role
 we're all rehearsing for the presidency
 i always wanted to be commander in chief
 of my own one woman army
 but i can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour
 it's the failed america in me
 it's the fear that lives
 in a forest of stone, underneath the corporate canopy
 where the sun rarely filters down
 and the ground
 is not so soft...