Beau - The Promised Land lyrics

The dust is unacceptable Though the air is very still, And the ancient bus is coughing As it splutters up the hill. Down in the valley, lightning flashes Split a frightened sky; And buzzards wheel and wait For all the animals to die. The scene moves to the mountain top Where, toiling through the night To the sunrise haze, communiqués From the left and from the right Are pa**ed along down pa**ageways From the many focus groups; Info packs for the hungry hacks And the waiting party troops. They talk of how the failing rains Have been getting out of hand And of regret they haven't yet Produced the Promised Land. And yes, we can be rea**ured about The steepness of that hill And of the rush there is to push Their Transportation Bill. They worry about the lightning storm; They ask me how it feels. I say I think they're missing out On loftier ideals; That maybe they should take a glance At the buzzards in the sky. They shake my hand and say I've been a really helpful guy. So we offer up our precious votes With all those hopes and dreams. The focus groups have done their work, Or that's the way it seems. We all become their Facebook friends, We take their Twitter feed; And ironically, they follow us When once they used to lead. Yet the dust is unexplainable Though the air is d**hly still. The ancient bus still coughs And struggles gamely on the hill. Down in the valley, thunder roars Across a frightened sky. The buzzards wheel and wait For all the animals to die…