If you feel like a spy and your cover's been blown And the company's suddenly bringing you home And your compa** is spinning and you're all alone But the bosses a**ure you of your safety zone There's a secret society running the show And the real information has nowhere to go 'cause the media moguls are funding campaigns To ensure that the two party system remains As discussions arrive they hit too close to home But the only opinion you got is your own I know the sun is gonna come out again We can reason, respect and maybe we'll understand Our empirical dynasty's flexing its tones To some countries so humble completely alone If we question too closely we might just offend All the two car garages and lawns that we tend When the wild western wildfires finally come home And the only perspective you got is your own I know the sun is gonna come out again We can reason respect and maybe we'll understand When the crooked elections have become the norm And it turns out that man has created the storm That is melting the icecaps on earth's outer domes It's the greed that surrounds us, it's what toppled Rome But if Shackleton's people could find their way home Then the only excuse that we got is our own When the wild western wildfires finally come home And the only perspective we got is our own As expressions go by and the feelings made known Then the only respect that you got is your own - --- .