Missiles

A man on the TV says missiles are firing And interrupts my social thread Alerts on the phone, a few more hundred dead Passing a flowerbed, a car hisses by Electric, rich, maybe cries in a lay-by But there's no rubble, no chaos, no fires here No death, no fear, no war Just a bit of dog shit on my shoe And rumoured plans for another cheap superstore And maybe they'll level some trees The price we pay for our western ease Comfortably numbed, fed, watered and pleased We applaud ourselves, and laugh, and cheer We applaud ourselves, and laugh, and cheer We moan and clamour, brag to the world Under the pointless boast unfurled And I'm appalled by my own triviality How I get lured into it all Raging traps, as the conversation heats up about fuck all And in the background there's the football Necks twitch, we spit and exchange curses And continue to moan about junior doctors and nurses My teeth scrape the floor The toilet door wafts open with a boot When the stink sweats, a gray and wrinkled face of a million regrets Supping up, a good loyal subject A pat on the back, we sing, and we sing We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer We talk and shout and scream and moan But we've got work in the morning, so best get home This snapshot of fuck all Belting it out loud, but with little to say because there's nothing in our way There's a stumble hole, a slight raised kerb Crossing the road without fear No need for humanitarian corridors here And the man says the missiles are firing again And they're getting near The man says the missiles are firing again And they're getting near We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer