Standard (EADGBE)

40 million refugees

 with no place on this earth to call their home

 one for every aimless graduate

 with nothing else to show for it but loans

 And those of us who make a mark

 use someone else's blood

 Our western stain won't wash away

 won't vanish in the flood

 It goes deeper through each hurricane

 and tidal wave and war

 We want everything we see

 and once it's gone we just want more

Atlas had those shoulders

 We've got Ambien and Jamesons and blow

 to bind us in a bubble

 keep the newsprint nightmare distant and remote

 But when we wake in guillotines

 And pitch our screaming fits

 When the governors strikes up the band

 And gags our parted lips

 When the worst case shows up dressed and dazzling,

 Ready for the ball

 Boy, that bubbles bound to burst,

 And what a tragic way to fall

The tabloids tell us hate the rat that

Strikes those subways closed and puts you out

Forgot those 50 hour tunnel weeks inhaling

 Steel dust poison through his mouth

Well if he don’t deserve a pension that

 Makes his family feel secure

If we're now so disconnected

 it's our reflections we ignore

 And if our constant choices

skim and pass the writing on the wall

 Then, I'm sad to say we're lost

 and I'm embarrassed for us all

Just play that same pattern over until the end of the song...