No Way Down - Swift Sessions

Meet the son of a government man
 And a pillar of salt
 I was born with blood on my hands
 And have all the signs of a bleeding heart
 Living high on a giant hog
 On a mountain so steep
 Keep your head in a hollow log
 As the ruling fog are about to creep
 What have we done?
 How'd we get so far from the sun?
 Lost, lost in an oscillating phase
 Where a tiny few catch all of the rays
 Out beyond the western squalls
 In an alien land
 They work for nothing at all
 They don't know the mall or the layaway plan
 Dig yourself a beautiful grave
 Everything you could want
 Maybe those invisible slaves
 Are too far away for a ghost to haunt
 What will we charge?
 Letting go of a claim so large
 Oh, all of our working days are done
 But a tiny few are having all of the fun
 Get used to their dust in your lungs
 Is there no way down
 From this peak to solid ground
 Without having our gold teeth
 Pulled from our mouths?
 Make me a drink strong enough
 To wash away this dish water world they said was lemonade
 Walk with me after the show
 Maybe we can find a way through the minefield in the snow
 What will they charge?
 Letting go of a claim so large
 Oh, all of our working days are done
 But a tiny few are having all of the fun
 Apologies to the sick and the young
 Get used to their dust in your lungs.