Summer sun, city view, for a fee Nothing’s won, nothing’s new And it’ll cost you more than just money Round there the streets aren’t paved with gold Everybody hopes to die before they get old And there’s no happy ending but the tale, it is told all the same And no one will take the blame So I just look the other way Isn’t it easy to be selective in the things we see? Lay awake, through the night, feel the pain Is it fake, is it right? A million faces but not a single name And I’ve never toiled in a field of mud I’ve never seen a river run red with blood But then I start to wonder if that means I should stay the same There’s no one else to blame If I look the other way This is my line, so who’s going to make it rhyme? If I look the other way Isn’t it easy to be selective in the things we see? Summer sun, native view, name your price Load the gun, praise the few, roll your dice The story always changes but the message holds true We are all complicit in the things they do ‘But it’s OK, it will never happen to me’ But when it does When you turn to those who see They just look the other way Now it’s too late, we’ve sealed our own fate If we look the other way Isn’t it easy, easy If we look the other way This is my line, so who’s going to make it rhyme? If we look the other way Isn’t it easy to be selective in the things we see?