Invisible

When I step out on the street
All the papers speak to me Telling me about the truth on pages
Fish are dying out again
Michael Jackson had a friend
I should not forget to spend my wages
That’s how everybody knows what everybody knows about
Everybody are the bodes that we all know about
Where are all the people at Someone’s paying for the fare
Why hasn’t it exploded yet
Invisible
Where are all the people at Someone’s paying for the fare
Why hasn’t it exploded yet
It’s Invisible
Obama: Showbiz
Jesus: Showbiz
Art: Showbiz
Democracy: Showbiz
Sex: Showbiz
Iraq: Showbiz
Memories: Showbiz
Sophie Hunger: Showbiz
I don’t know what it is that it is behind the curtain
There is something out there burning and is unspoken
Where are all the people at Someone’s paying for the fare
Why hasn’t it exploded yet
Invisible
Where are all the people at Someone’s paying for the fare
Why hasn’t it exploded yet
Invisible
Where are all the people at Someone’s paying for the fare
Why hasn’t it exploded yet
Invisible
Where are all the people at Someone’s paying for the fare
Why hasn’t it exploded yet
It’s Invisible
Somewhere in the Hindukush
Lives the greatest poet
Scribbling signs into to the dust
We would never know it