LYRIC: The Ballot Was a Bomb
It’s like we booby-trapped the future
An open wound bleeding out and there ain’t no hope of suture
I wish I could wish a happy new year
But I’m watching wheels rolling forward to a catastrophic fear
Dormant malice now awake
I barely recognise a world in which this wasn’t a mistake
But the mistake that I won’t make
Is pretending everything we hold dear isn’t now at stake
Before a storm there may be calm
But if you think that means it’s over be prepared to be alarmed
Because the ballot was a bomb
THE BALLOT WAS A BOMB
June 24, November 9
Grief-stricken, the saner citizens came to terms with our decline
I hold passports in both places
A dual-citizen duelling with the thought of all those racists
Walls and borders instead of embraces
So much hate in so many faces
But the sun came up and life went on
And you could almost make believe the worst was never gonna come
Hoping that it can’t happen here
But it always does and always has on this the history is clear
THE BALLOT WAS A BOMB
The ballot was a bomb
X in the box lit the fuse and some forget the fuse is long
It reminds me of oh-nine
All that false hope after the world crashed and you thought you had survived
But unravelling takes time
You’re dangling from a rope; don’t see the strands start to untwine
Because that poison acted slow
The Great Recession already got you but you didn’t even know
Cut by cut they chopped us down
You didn’t notice you were falling till your body hit the ground
So yeah – he’s not even President yet
But I get no comfort from the tweets of the President elect
Or the big business bigots he has chosen to select
Or the petty little grudges he seems unable to forget
And our Brexit may lay in a Schrodinger state
Both in Europe and out until the trigger date
But a stay of execution merely postpones our fate
And can’t erase the result of our referendum of hate
2016 fucked the future – our votes flipped the switch
Is it any wonder those celebrities chose to die and jump the ship?
It hasn’t happened yet, but by the pricking of my thumbs
The ballot was a bomb and something wicked this way comes
THE BALLOT WAS A BOMB