Mud Sun - 2013 lyrics

First things first, let me set the scene Let's see, the year is 2013 On TV, there's still nothing worth seeing But Americans are back in vogue with Europeans President Obama's in his second term, see? So now the States has some social currency They're less precarious Some say it's the dawning of the Age of Aquarius Although humanity still has some desperate areas Disease and poverty are still severe But the Palestinian state is in its second year It's full of NGO's and civil engineers And now it seems like there's optimism everywhere Except here This festive era overseas Just doesn't mesh with the English experience Of the last six years Domestic fears of terrorism have led To increasingly oppressive interference And now people get arrested as suspected terrorists And just disappear How can they accept that? But wait, let's step back Who is this political hack with the mid-western accent Giving the British flack for their decent into madness? I'm a Canadian ex-pat I trained as a war reporter But by the time I graduated Half the major wars were over So I investigated all sorts of foreign cultures Searching for the main sources of civil disorder I expected to do a story on Burmese border closures Or something on socialist Ecuadorian soldiers But when my search for civil disorder was over I accepted this post, cause there was more in Dover And since I don't work for a British newspaper I've escaped the censorship that hides the true nature Of the new relationship Between the people and the rule-makers My column is syndicated to thirty-two papers And they're not state-owned Although my editors make known Their debt to stakeholders And their affinity for take-home pay They've got a payroll to make So they only print stories worth their weight in gold The first piece I wrote was on Habeas corpus And on the governments use of NATO forces To fight insurgents in the Secretary of State's orchards And on the plain distortion of facts In official statements and discourses And then I heard about Dizraeli's organization Of rebel cells, and his dedicated corps Who carry the disestablishmentarians' torches Now there's a story that could make a fortune Credits