All Quiet On Easy Street

I've worn down my nails; I’ve been playing real tame,
To support your talk of a middle way;
Out in some foreign field, but I’ve been thinking,
Get your head out the sand, ‘cause honestly.
As I write the debris is swept from sight
Mister, I can’t swallow your crooked smiles.

In sound-bites that roll off your tongue
For what it’s worth, in hollow words
You tell me that this war is won
Well one time I saw your winners

And it was all quiet on easy street

Treasure a lie close to your chest
‘Til the winds of change blow you free
And lay your head in shelter, ‘til
It’s all quiet on easy street

While you kick your heels in acclimatised breeze
Have yourself the trappings of rank, and please
Don't trouble your conscience with the human tab
'Cause fortune's wheel runs on spokes of broken backs
Watch it in Technicolor vision
And you’ll find belief behind the reason

From reel-to-reel of glut and greed
No-one shy to the warning signs
As lament brought me to my knees
I watched them with their winning smiles

And it was all quiet on easy street

Give each promise an escape clause
Spin by sin, start sowing the seeds
And soon you’ll find there’s no more talk
It’s all quiet on easy street