The Joke

This isn’t a dream, don’t know why you don’t care
You see your face in a photograph, you say you weren’t there
You say, «I wasn’t there, you see, I wasn’t there!»
This is the storm and this is the warning
And this is the war and this is it forming
Still feels like no one cares, still feels like no one cares
Anything you wanna keep
Otherwise, go back to sleep
There’s some things we don’t wanna see
While the world burns, we warm our feet
Old men in bed by ten, the joke’s on me
Nothing left now but a memory
Shot by the pig with the badge and the gun
Killed by an elephant and not just the one
Maybe we should burn it down, we should burn you down
Poor little farmer, see who lit in a fire
Mister commissioner, why don’t you retire?
We’re gonna burn it down, we’re gonna burn it all down
Anything you wanna keep
Otherwise, go back to sleep
There’s some things we don’t wanna see
While the world burns, we warm our feet
Old men in bed by ten, the joke’s on me
There’s some things we don’t wanna see
While the world burns, we warm our feet
Old men in bed by ten, the joke’s on me
Nothing but a memory