51/49

The headlines say we're going down

But I'm optimistic

There's still a 51/49 chance

According to statistics

The forecast says it's overcast

But that don't mean a thing

Bring on the rolling thunder

To me it feels like spring

The future is precarious

That much is understood

There's little hope for human kind

But shoot me, I feel good

The books are blue, the movies too

All twisted and disturbed

At least the songs are still upbeat

Who cares about the words

My cash flow is running low

My industry's gone bust

Yes the music keeps on playing

But the algorithm sucks

Don't believe the lies

They spoon-feed you in childhood

Democracy is dying

But shoot me, I feel good

I know I know I know I know

This life is filled with sorrow

But ain't it funny all our money's

Riding on tomorrow

Trouble on the home front

And trouble overseas

The whole damn world is upside down

Hanging from it's knees

Trouble is today

I just don't feel the fear I should

I'm swinging up on that trapeze

And shoot me, I feel good