Ghostlimb Margins lyrics

You can scream at the dramatic irony
Of tax cuts as larceny
Or wring our hands in shame
That our republicanism ain't the same
As Nanterre and Catalunya
But that individualist creed doesn't seem to predicate
Access to resources and an equity centered game
Unless you're a captain of industry
Or their babbling unproductive progeny
Or an actor turned politician or a modern day patrician
You must acknowledge

That those people you applaud
Being beaten by the police
Cleared from the streets by gubernatorial decree
Might just represent your interests
It's like a dispassionate aside
And like a kidney jab at pride
To conclude all is well here