Operation Ivy

empty factories to the east and all our waste
the shape of things that came shows on the broken workers face
to the west you'll find our silicon promised lands where
machines replace our minds for systematic profit plans
the course of human progress staggers like a drunk
its steps are quick and heavy and its mind is slow and blunt
I look for optimism but I just dont know
its seeds are planted in a poison place where nothing grows
its 1989 stand up and take a look around
weathers bitter tension it seems is sinking down
drunk with power and fighting one another
every hour shows the winter getting harder