Dramatic History of a Boring Town

Like the old cliché, "alone in the crowd"
At the top of your lungs you still won't hear a sound
The unlocked cage both protects and surrounds
The dramatic history of a boring town

The faint scent of a faint notion
Goes from my house to the Richmond
(Which we'll burn to the ground)
It dissipates in the strength of the ocean
The sad aroma of an exaggerated town

We're out of our minds when we're out of the house
We're selling revolutions by the ounce
We never even care to burn the city down
We're selling our souls to so-called undergrounds

All of your plans are so precise
If nothing else the movement will be organized
Why don't you shrink it down to size?
You seem more than happy to compromise

Paint doesn't dry before it's erased
You're passing out flyers to save the human race
Unfortunately, isn't that the case?
"Who will win the next election?"
I don't care about the politics you wear
When it falls who will hear a sound?
The city you love so very much
Is begging to be burnt to the ground