Hateful Comforts Lyrics & Tabs by Burning Love
Hateful Comforts
guitar chords lyrics
CNN amnesiac waiting for the earth to crack
Memorize the planted phrase, burn the books, retract the praise
Let the people sink or swim, these polls won't save their skin.
Strength in numbers. Hateful comforts.
We back the winners and bury the others
51%. Your opinion for rent.
I watched horrified as the good things came to light
Because it was everything we ever wanted,
But something still just wasn't right.
Sigh of false relief. Nothing up my sleeve.
Have I helped your disbelief? Well, no.
Only ever have to blind half the people half the time
All the patriotic minds will follow
Duty-bound amnesiac, world war three strapped to his back
Don't ask him who he's for tomorrow -
All the patriotic minds will follow
Duty-bound amnesiac, world war three strapped to his back
Don't ask him who he's for tomorrow -
It's a new day, to stand tall, look down and say
"What spineless bastards all when backed against the wall."
But you were never one of that fearful At the tail end of alarmists' strings
Who let the breaking news pick our enemies for us,
But if not us then who were they?
And where were these fearless freedom fighters
When a wrong word could land you on a no fly list?
Are we at the part where that was Them and never Us?
Surely you exaggerate. I don't remember it that way.
All but our proudest moments swept under the rug.
A proud history, we get to pick and choose
What to Never Forgive and Never Forget
He says I'd never sink to that. No... I wouldn't sink to that.
I'm more rational, less gullible - a better man than that.
But I could swear the mob was here
Still smell the smoke of mosques on fire
Still see the words washed off the walls
So who were the brave ones that dissolved into the crowd?
The collapsible mob along for the ride
That turns into smoke at the turn of the tide?
Two sides to every fence, and the optimist he says:
Why split hairs in peacetime? Let's celebrate with a new line
And disown it all when the pendulum swings back
And then it's back to the pitchfork, back to the high horse,
Back to trauma politics for all.
Will you remember this when it matters,
Or do you thank your god for a free world
Where nothing goes unscripted anymore?
Just buying time. Tricks of the light.
Are we moving forward, or just side to side?
Yesterday's hero, tomorrow's strung up witch.
Two sides to every fence for the 51%.
