Race to the Bottom - Dan Mangan

And so the artist screams into an empty cup

He says that you’re a soulless bunch, but you could still wake up!

And the capitalist says he’s born to be free

He says, «You're poor, my friends.

But you don’t have to be!»

Here’s what we know

We don’t know what we got or if we got it

And what we had, we already forgot it

The race is evidently to the bottom

We don’t, we don’t, we don’t know what to say

I don’t know what to say

And so the thumpers preach both love and hate

They say, «You're naughty filth, but you could still be saved!»

And the people wait for the bell to ring

They say, «We need a song.

We need a song to sing!»

Here’s what we know

We don’t know what we got or if we got it

And what we had, we already forgot it

The race is evidently to the bottom

We don’t, we don’t, we don’t know what to say!

Don’t know what it was but we want it back

Like every generation will repeat the last

Put a halo on a figurehead or photograph

Resist a little bit, and then become The Man

Dreaming of a simpler time, it occurs to me

That the past is hypothetical fantasy

And nostalgia just ain’t what it used to be…

Here’s what we know

We don’t know what we got or if we got it

And what we had, we already forgot it

The race is evidently to the bottom

We don’t, we don’t, we don’t know what to say

I don’t know what to say

I don’t know what to say