Paralysis Tango from Inequality Blvd by Dave Johnson

Somewhere beneath the surface
The feeling- is coming on so near
You can't run when your dreamin
But you sure as hell know the fear

And the wind it whispers to ya
Try e figure what it says
The arctic ice is slowly meting
And your heart is cold and dead

All the while the screen is laughing
A shrill of ignorance and hate
A lie is like a poison
When so many take the bait

Chorus
paralysis tango - you cannot- make a move
Although the sky is falling - theres nothing you
can do

There’s a pentacostal calling
From the capital high upon the hill
Nothing down hear is worth saving
And your buck stops at the till

All you love is slowly dying
Rivers are turning into dust
Coral gardens are graveyards
But lets not think about that

And as we all go on dreamin’
Of anywhere but where we are right now
Till the oceans are steamin
And we’ve set fire to the house

Chorus
paralysis tango - you cannot- make a move
BP, Woodside and Chevron
Have been screwing over you oooooo

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