Welcome to the Days

by Will Brennan (C) 2015

 

there’s smoke on the water
fumes are chokin’ the air
the days are getting’ hotter
and people are getting’ scared

there’s storms that shouldn’t happen
records breakin’ every day
the whole world they say it’s tippin’
in an irreversible way

welcome to the days when winter turns into summertime

I’m walkin’ through the haze tryin’ to hold on to my higher mind

 

people act like children
playing games while their house burns down
got the volume all turned up
so they can’t hear the alarm

they’re buying all the gadgets
you can hear ‘em brag about
keeps ‘em all intoxicated
up until the new one comes out

welcome to the days when we live our lives online
I’m walkin’ through the haze tryin’ t’ hold on to my higher mind

 

there’s flash all around us
music that has no heart
songs about making money
and setting yourself apart

and there’s who people embrace it
I guess they want to get a little taste
pretend they’re having good times
while their lifetime goes to waste

welcome to the days when you can fabricate melody and rhyme
I’m walkin’ through the haze tryin’ to hold on to my higher mind

 

well they’re killin’ for the prophet
bombing for the holy book
and here in the name of Jesus
they’re putting people on a hook

sayin they don’t like the way some
people like to show their love
I thought love was the answer
the greatest gift from high above

welcome the days when God and the Devil work side by side
I’m walkin’ through the haze tryin’ to hold on to my higher mind

 

well there’s people, and more people
and more people comin all the time
and it’s breakfast for 7 billion
and lunch and dinner time

we all line up for the table
but there never ever are enough seats
and we feed us, as we’re able
but millions don’t get to eat

welcome the days when we can’t sustain all of mankind
and I’m walkin though the haze, tryin to hold on to my higher mind

 

there sellin’ guns at the local gun show there’s always
plenty of them to sell
you can walk in and you can walk out
and blow your town to hell

it’s a billion dollar business
ain’t no wrong in owning a gun
but an AK 47
ain’t no mystery who needs one

welcome to the days when we’ll be wearin’ flak jackets all the time
and I’m walkin though the haze, tryin to hold on to my higher mind

 

well you search for honest work but
they got you down on your knees
what we did here in America
now they’re sending it overseas

and the vampire one percenters
are suckin’ up half the cash
and our government representatives
they’re dipping into the stash

welcome to the days when a dollar ain’t worth a dime
and I’m walkin though the haze, tryin to hold on to my higher mind

 

well the TV heads are talkin’
and everything they say is lies
‘cause the station owner bought them
it really should be no surprise

and the political manipulators
tell the station what to write
then newsguy reads the copy
and tell us all to have a great night

welcome to the days when there’s a mask Big Brother hides behind
and I’m walkin though the haze, tryin to hold on to my higher mind

 

sometimes I’d like leave here
maybe go up in an alien ship
see what they got goin’
see if it’s really hip

but our world here hey it’s beautiful
it’s got everything that we need
if we could just get rid of anger
ignorance and greed

welcome to the days when we’re only ones who can change what we find
and I’m walkin though the haze tryin’ use my highest mind