A pandemic song about the blatant failure of leadership. There was much 'handwashing' indeed, when it came to an adequate response.
lyrics
A storm is brewing, the air is still.
Had you, so would it heal.
Growing darker, racing still, find some resolution;
winds of change blowing fast,
in the spirit of your arrogance,
watch the moves of the constant dance.
Words fall from the truth.
[CHORUS]
You can say it will be alright, bury your head in the sand,
hope that it all goes away.
There is no concern for your fellow man--
Dollars fill your hand.
An eerie mist is on my soul,
in search of things I can't control.
Words afire, do you feel its toll?
Fear, it steals tomorrow
Growing smaller everyday,
not a chance to contain. You lead us blindly
into the fray, it's not a solution
[CHORUS]
--Blood is on your hands.
In the dawn of another day, with a debt
we must pay for your arrogance and greed.
We all know the truth--stealing the future
of our youth--Need to find another way.
"I'm the best", you told me so,
got everything under control. Fan the flames
of those lost souls, there's a darkness closing in.
In the end when the story's told, are we
spinning out of control, or collide us
in a black hole. It's time for a real solution.
[CHORUS]
---Perish by your hand.
credits
released March 1, 2023
Eric Davidson- lead vocal, guitars & bass.
Greg Andrews- drums
Don Anonymous- piano, organ, backing vocals
Suzi Willpower- backing vocals
Danny Mark-saxophone
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