Our Fathers' Sins

Sing your praises if you must
It's not hard to readjust
To a world that was built for you

But the binding's getting weak
And it's tearing at the seams
But you can't see that from your distant view

The Wall Street Journal reads
Like a comedy
The only difference being
No one's laughing

And the cycle now begins
We repeat our fathers' sins
And I won't call that a win
By any measure

So sit back and watch your play
And take the money far away
From the people who are poor and thin

And from your quiet golden halls
Go ahead and build your wall
Cause that worked so well in Berlin

I thought we'd learn by now
To take a different route
To call somebody out
When there is hatred

But the cycle now begins
We repeat our fathers' sins
And I won't call that a win
By any measure