Son Volt - Beacon Soul lyrics

Hopeless heroes beat this claptrap haven Rats bigger that the noiseless generation Who the hell is Dow Jones anyway Society's bones on a cafeteria tray The feeling is the brain is split From smiles to stares to baseless sh** Walk off the shock to a beacon soul breathing A helping hand against eternal lying Asked to believe in traditions reasoning To turn a blind eye to the monkey trial bleeding Working to fight off disease beat the clock Saviors pa**ing on the street Covert creations without sound Mirage is ruthless stumbling around Darlings of deceit hyperbole