You say you care You say you want change but all you do is tax our change I'm sick of the pandering I'm sick of the lies Nobody wants to hear your cries Deaf ears and cold stares are all you'll get It's easy to preach From a golden beach paid in blood of those lost in the flood File this, vote that always signed to someone’s dread every name assigning death People starved People bled All for the sake of a bed All for the sake of starving again Meanwhile you preach Meanwhile you preach While the streets fill with ghosts Meanwhile you preach If you knew, struggled, truly cared No one would lie awake drowning in dread Every stroke of your pen serves fear Every stroke of your pen buries more Every stroke of your pen turns the people into herds Children in the streets Children in the sheets not of age pleading too young to be bleeding don't talk down to us with blood on your sheets Meanwhile you preach Homeless in the streets Homeless in the morgue Outcasts begging scraps from the poor All these struggles beneath your feet while you sip champagne and swallow caviar Meanwhile you preach While the ashes stack higher each week Meanwhile you preach There's no plot for the deranged just an urn after they're processed No service, no grave just ash and numbers for the unclaimed dead Don't tell me you stand for me We've nothing in common, even the air we breathe Were people you govern not cattle to be fattened and bled Meanwhile you preach The ashes are too thick we're all rasping barely living only gasping Meanwhile you preach Meanwhile you preach Meanwhile you preach Standing in satin sheets Meanwhile you preach Leave your sins on the dead Meanwhile you preach Laying in Satan's sheets Meanwhile you preach While thousands pray for death