A Hair From The Dog That Bit Me

Inhaling paranoia, it’s in the news most every day
Searching for some kind of something to take all of this pain away
While the men of means get meaner, I never know quite what to say
It feels like a big change coming, another bill for us to pay 

Twisted into something sinister, pretty words that bother me
Old doors deadlocked and bolted in towers made of ivory
They'll have you bite the hand that feeds you, chasing ghosts through love and war
Take us back to good old days when we died young and we died poor

One man's logic is another's lunacy

No one will come down and save us, so we must save ourselves 
No one will come down and save us, so we must save ourselves
We're the long shot, the underdog, it’s all that we have got
We're standing before Goliath with a sling full of shot

Greeted like some long lost brother then poked and stirred with fear and hate
Welcomed in like the guest of honour and end up on their dinner plate
Simple answers to complex questions never will sit right with me
A picture never tells a story, more goes on than we can see

All your words don't sit right with me
Just a hair from the dog, the dog that bit me

No one will come down and save us, so we must save ourselves 
No one will come down and save us, so we must save ourselves
We're the long shot, the underdog, it’s all that we have got
We're standing before Goliath with a sling full of shot