We're covered in fingerprints from thumbing the pages
Looking for some escape
But all the bold letters they just say the same thing:
There's no way out of this…
We never believed you
We never believed in you
Just look what you've done
And how, how could you go there
Wearing your white gloves?
Can't you see what you've done…
Where's the safety net now
Where's the damage control?
We were promised a whole set of balances
You took the crookedest line to our door
And you left us with one million eyes closed…
Back at the homestead we're fighting our instinct
To run, run, run, run for the hills
But with everyone leaning I think that it's tipping
I just see over the edge…
So when you fall out of this chance
There's no one to buy you back
From all that you've done…
So go, get the fuck out of this house
Just hurry alone now
'cause there's work to be done…
Where's the safety now
Where's the damage control?
We were promised a whole set of balances
You took the crookedest line
To our door and you left us with one million backs turned
Where's the safety now
Where's the light at the end?
It was never enough to have everything
You took the crookedest line to our door
And you left us with one million eyes closed…
Damage Control was produced by Merrill Garbus & Chris Pureka.