Sleep Throught the Static

This is a song that I heard for the first time this weekend, and although I have already presented a poem, I thought that I should share these lyrics.

Trouble travel fast
When you're especially designed for crash testing
Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon
Come on and tell us what you are trying to prove

Because it's a battle when you dabble in war
You store it up, unleash it, and then you piece it together
Whether the storm drain running rampant just stamp it
And send it to someone who's pretending to care

Just cash in your blanks for little toy tanks
Just learn how to use them, then abuse them, and choose them
Over conversations relationships are overrated
"I hated everyone" said the sun

And so I will cook all your book
You're too good looking and mistooken
You could watch it instead
From the comfort of your burning beds
... Or you can sleep through the static

Who needs sleep when we've got love?
Who needs keys when we've got clubs?
Who needs please when we've got guns?
Who needs peace when we've gone above
But beyond where we should have gone?
We went beyond where we should have gone

Stuck between channels my thoughts all quit
I thought about them to much, allowed them to touch
The feelings that rained down on the plainsall dried and cracked
Waiting for things that never came

Shock an awful thing to make somebody think
That they have to choose pushing for peace or supporting the troops
And either you're weak or you'll use brut force-feed the truth
The truth is we say not as we do
We say anytime, anywhere, just show your teeth and strike the fear
Of god wear camouflage, cries at night, and drives a dodge
Pick up the beat and stop hogging the feast
That's no way to treat an enemy

Well mighty might appetite
We just eat 'em up and keep on driving
Freedom can be freezing take a picture from the pretty side
Mind your manners, wave your banners
What a wonderful world from this angle we see

But who needs to see what we've done?
Who needs please when we've got guns?
Who needs keys when we've got clubs?
Who needs peace when we've gone above
But beyond where we should have gone
We went beyond where we should have gone
Beyond where we should have gone

-Jack Johnson