The Tragedy of the Anti-Commons

Hearing all about a situation and the only thing illuminated is a tragedy
The loss of commonality
And the languages of economics tell of millions Of people removed from their
homes
Talking revenue, it just seems so cynical
And I’ve been searching for some answers
But they’re getting hard to find
We’ve got problems
They’re not solved by shouting down those men in suits
They don’t care
They don’t care at all
Hear the prophets of a false salvation
Selling answers on a TV station
The politics of scapegoats have not gone out of style
Hear the voices at the demonstration
Confused and angry
And trying to make sense of the loss they feel
But don’t know what to call
And the problems of the least generation
Are the roots taken hold in mine
Where the politics of self preservation
Are the cause of a state of mind
And I’ve been searching for some answers
But they’re getting hard to find
Yeah
They’re getting hard to find
And we’ve been running down these halls before
Searching for change in the houses of permanence
And retraced steps won’t take us nowhere at all