Up to No Good

You know Franklin in all
of his wisdom never freamed of
drive-trhu activism
so hard to let things pass
made so appealing so hard to see

the glass when you're pressed against the ceiling
it's always could never should
these are hard times we're living in
Oh so passive keeping you distracted

they're up to no good, up to no good
On a bed of bone in a solid gold home
with the disquieting thought we all die
broke and alone we hold our tongues
we let that fire smolder

I never carry a king upon my shoulders
it's always could never should
these are hard times we're living in
Oh so passive keeping you distracted

they're up to no good
Silent dissenters at sleep away camps
while their rich fill their coffers like piggy banks
We are the scattered at odds

with our dreams taking all we know
nothing's adding up it takes all we have
to keep from giving up