Belly Of The Beast - Bernard Fanning

Here again I find myself in the belly of the beast

Trying to make sense of all this ruin and decline

There’s no seat at the table for the beggars at the feast

Or anybody unprepared to toe the line

The dogs of war devour doves and beggars at the feet

Hawks and greedy leaders that clap along and bare their teeth

An insipid and compliant press in lockstep on the beat

Splashing three word slogans neither them or us believe

Oh please forgive that step into the dark

This road will lead us nowhere, this path will see us lost

Oh I guess everybody’s got a rubicon to cross

The future’s suffocating on an echo from the past

It’s all the same to me if you’re red, green, white, black or blue

It’s your hands that hold the reins, your only mandate is the truth

A guardian of future’s for the ragged and the bruised

A mouthpiece for the voiceless, not a vassal of the few

The saying goes that people get the leaders they deserve

Take a look at our leaders, I guess that makes us all absurd

Oh please forgive that step into the dark

This road will lead us nowhere, this path will see us lost

Oh I guess everybody’s got a rubicon to cross

The future’s suffocating on an echo from the past

The saying goes that people get the leaders they deserve

Here we are in the belly of the beast

The saying goes that people get the leaders they deserve