Something Old and Deep Lyrics

I'm just a nosy sociologist

frequently mauled and freakishly appalled by the apologists

When half the bellies are achin'

The other half thinks they're fakin'

When nearly every earthling is quaking

have we always this dumb?

Armchair psychologist?

those who aren't rosing are over-exposing it

What they want and we need aren't analogous.

When what makes for discussion

Are hot takes and spates of cussin'

More dead horse percussion

What have we become?

What have we become?

When talking heads are are hawking meds

Dropping lead on the walking dead

On history's ash heap

Something old and deep is smolderin'

And they aim to keep it burning

Heapin' the burden on what we're already shoulderin'