They're profiting from your worry

Selling blanks down at the dmz

Banking on the sound and fury

Wonder what it's to do with me.

Bloodless for now.

I'm keeping mine with the altruists

Putting my weight behind the dancer

I know it's hard to be an optimist

When you trust least the ones who claim to have the answers.

And it's an uncivil war.

Bloodless for now.

And the poets they explode like bombs

While the gentry is drinking moet chandon

Turn around and quote a well known psalm

Don't you worry 'bout the wicked

Don't you envy those who do wrong

And your innocence will be like the dawn

While the justice of your cause will shine like the noonday sun.

The best have lost their convictions

While the worst keep

Sharpening their claws

Peddling in their dark fictions

While what's left of us we just hem and we haw.

And it feels like 1936

In catalonia

Catalonia.