Missiles

A man on the TV says missiles are firing
And interrupts my social thread
Alerts on the phone, a few more hundred dead

Passing a flowerbed, a car hisses by
Electric, rich, maybe cries in a lay-by
But there's no rubble, no chaos, no fires here
No death, no fear, no war

Just a bit of dog shit on my shoe
And rumoured plans for another cheap superstore
And maybe they'll level some trees
The price we pay for our western ease
Comfortably numbed, fed, watered and pleased

We applaud ourselves, and laugh, and cheer
We applaud ourselves, and laugh, and cheer

We moan and clamour, brag to the world
Under the pointless boast unfurled
And I'm appalled by my own triviality
How I get lured into it all
Raging traps, as the conversation heats up about fuck all
And in the background there's the football

Necks twitch, we spit and exchange curses
And continue to moan about junior doctors and nurses
My teeth scrape the floor
The toilet door wafts open with a boot
When the stink sweats, a gray and wrinkled face of a million regrets
Supping up, a good loyal subject
A pat on the back, we sing, and we sing

We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer

We talk and shout and scream and moan
But we've got work in the morning, so best get home
This snapshot of fuck all
Belting it out loud, but with little to say because there's nothing in our way

There's a stumble hole, a slight raised kerb
Crossing the road without fear
No need for humanitarian corridors here

And the man says the missiles are firing again
And they're getting near
The man says the missiles are firing again
And they're getting near

We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer
We applaud ourselves, we laugh, we cheer