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What Comes Next
Thought I was tougher than I am
thought give me everything you’ve got and I’ll just laugh
thought I could take it like a man
not like some man who’s been broken in half

thought revolutions worth a try
bigger they come, harder they fall made sense to me
and if Goliath has to die
hand me the sling shot and the rock and then we’ll see

what comes next
next thing you know the bombs are falling right and left
I know, I’ve skipped over a few steps
But we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
we can’t give up now

now that it’s too late
too late to think, much less thoughtfully retaliate
the years since world war two seem clear
destroyed everything we should hold dear
but perhaps we don’t
we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
give up now

The school yard bully always knows
to carefully select only the weakest foes
to hold them up and break them in
he’s sure that’s always the best way to begin

knows a better model can’t exist
it might inspire the young people to resist
so we’ll send in the CIA
and make sure no one thinks there is a better way

for what comes next
probably not billboards announcing: property is theft
just the decimation of the left
but we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
we can’t give up now

now that we’ve already lost
the value of everything for which we only know the cost
written in the human lives
of foreigners who won’t survive
this great democracy
we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
give up now

Thought dignity was still in tact
can’t one be bitter and still fiercely dignified
of course we’re more adult than that
why get upset just because some politician lied

The world is big and full of death
so what’s a little genocide just between friends
why get upset, why hold your breath
better to keep it all inside, wait until the end

and then what comes next
next thing you know the bombs are falling right and left
I know, I’ve skipped over a few steps
but we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
we can’t give up now

now that it’s too late
too late to think, much less thoughtfully retaliate
the years since world war two seem clear
destroyed everything we should hold dear
so let’s hold it dear and fight
we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
we can’t, we can’t, we can’t
give up now
Guitar and Voice: Jacob Wren
Recording: Radwan Ghazi Moumneh (hotel2tango)