Damage Control - Chris Pureka

We’re covered in fingerprints from thumbing the pages

Looking for some escape

But all the bold letters they just say the same thing:

There’s no way out of this…

We never believed you

We never believed in you

Just look what you’ve done

And how, how could you go there

Wearing your white gloves?

Can’t you see what you’ve done…

Where’s the safety net now

Where’s the damage control?

We were promised a whole set of balances

You took the crookedest line to our door

And you left us with one million eyes closed…

Back at the homestead we’re fighting our instinct

To run, run, run, run for the hills

But with everyone leaning I think that it’s tipping

I just see over the edge…

So when you fall out of this chance

There’s no one to buy you back

From all that you’ve done…

So go, get the fuck out of this house

Just hurry alone now

'cause there’s work to be done…

Where’s the safety now

Where’s the damage control?

We were promised a whole set of balances

You took the crookedest line

To our door and you left us with one million backs turned

Where’s the safety now

Where’s the light at the end?

It was never enough to have everything

You took the crookedest line to our door

And you left us with one million eyes closed…