White Lies 歌词

A million middle fingers Poison the veins of an empire So deep in denial So feeble on a leash And pint-sized philosophers Are debating the size of the tits on the Sun Why? White lies are printed on body bags Next to the price of a barrel of oil Profit and warfare on instant replay We are voiceless The middle class resistance Swallow rhetorical theories over cocktails and golf Revolution is futile While fat men in pinstripe suits Are debating the size of the tits on the Sun Why? White lies are printed on body bags Next to the price of a barrel of oil Profit and warfare on instant replay We are voiceless