Capturing it in song

I know my musical posts (grounded in obscurity) tend to leave many in the dust, but I'll run the risk of putting up another primarily because of Mark Edward's lyrics from the title track of his soon-to-be-released disc.

If you've been reading, Edwards is a veritable one man band who goes under the moniker of My Dad is Dead. The lyrics of his title track are as follows. If you dig songwriting, he's even posted his own line-by-line commentary at his blog.

Having just spent a week writing about socio-economic and class issues, the following lyrics spoke volumes to me and capture where we are at:

A Divided House

Yesterday's issue was all about the money.
I heard a joke but it really wasn't funny.
I found something but it can't be what I'm after.
It's just a bunch of lies hiding in some laughter.

Seems some people are living out their dream nowat the expense of the 90th percentile.
Seeing life through a rose colored looking glass.
Do your part to perpetuate a lower class.

We didn't hire you to mess up our society.
We don't care about appearances of piety.
Your religious is the practice of deception.
Worship manipulation of perception.

Can't we stop acting like kids fighting all the time?

Choosing up sides until there's no one in the middle.
Politicians lost in a maze of the hypocritical.
Selling common sense on the street for a nickel.
Couldn't find a buyer for my hammer and sickel.

Lots of little Hitlers running on the loose everywhere.
Final solutions are a dime a dozen if you care.
History doesn't matter 'cause we'll all be dead anyway.
If we speed the rapture maybe they will all fly away.

We didn't hire you to mess up our society.
We don't care about appearances of piety.Your religion is the practice of deception.
Worship manipulation of perception.

Can't we stop acting like kids fighting all the time?

Right or wrong it won't matter long,
A divided house cannot be strong.