Loserland

We haven’t stopped war
Or poverty
We haven’t healed the skies
Or cooled the rising sea
We’re still paying taxes
To keep the rich rich
The suits on the stage
Pull every switch

We’re going to Loserland
We’re going to Loserland

They promise the future
With blockchain and code
While gutting the jobs
And lightening their load
They sell us a dream
With a glossy brochure
Then cash out their stock
And dodge the manure

We’re going to Loserland
We’re going to Loserland

What will it take
To make a stand?
We’ve got the numbers,
We’ve got the hands.
Let’s build a world
That’s truly grand,
Where no one’s stuck
In Loserland.

The seas keep on rising
The jungles decay
But they pose for the press
Like they’ll save the day
They stall every plan