Dancing with Chains

Singing fight songs, the signs of hope are on the front lawns again Mimosa molotovs to firebomb that feeling of dread Multilevel moms trading ways to self actualize Inject a little oomph into our potemkin lives It's kind of tragic, but kind of funny What kind of revolution takes all the money? And gives you 50,000 self help books about how If you just kept your room clean, you could live out your dreams Now we're dancing with chains, let the mask slip from your face Cuz losing touch, I promise it never hurts that much Except for the hand in the dark That finds a million ways to break your heart We thought the mob, was fine with slumming And the revolution, was never coming It takes just 56 channels of American Gladiators to feel serene As they live out your dreams Now we're dancing with chains, when the mask slip from your face Cuz losing touch, I promise it never hurts that much Except for the hand in the dark That finds a million ways to break your heart It's kind of tragic, but kind of funny What kind of revolution takes all the money? And gives you endless HR seminars about how you Specifically you, must do better So now you're arguing with the coked up dads, who are online defending The crooked cops, who are done pretending That their love affair with Nazi shit is just a meme Even our villains, they're pretenders, living on the fumes of a dream Dancing with chains, when the mask slip from your face Cuz losing touch, I promise it never hurts that much Except for the hand in the dark, That finds a million ways to break your heart Dancing with chains