And the Golem's on it's way

The one's who gave it life are gone before it hits the ground

They've got a bunker waiting for them five miles down





And the hope's so far away

At the mercy of a madman with a thousand names

Every person's an abstraction in their number's game





You're just a clean-up crew for someone who has no concern for who you kill or if you die

For every statue that you topple they've got this year's monster rolling off the assembly line

He's never fought for anything but he sure dresses up

There's always been someone like you to wipe his messes up

And now he's the one who says whether the penny drops

And nobody seems to mind

(He's saying)





CHORUS

"We'll define the heroes and we'll provide the names

We can change the script until you have no lines to say

We will cut and paste the facts and burn away the blame

We can end this story if it doesn't go our way."





VERSE 2

And the blood's so far away

War becomes just another office job,

just pushing little buttons from a mile up

And there's nothing you can say

They've got a finger on a trigger for each of us

And an undisclosed location where they can't be touched





And the people who will make the most important choice are the people least equipped

And I'm praying for a voice like the bastard son of Emma Goldman and Bill Hicks

'Cause the one's who can hide their contempt for us the best will take command

Like a coked-up army of the bastard sons of Machiavelli and Ayn Rand

(They're saying)





(CHORUS)





BRIDGE

Say a prayer for the one's who think it's the end of history

No, it just changed it's face