Lyrics

There’s a story from the people here before my people arrived
About the two wolves fighting for the soul of everyone alive
One is love and truth and kindness, one is hatred, lies and greed
They used to say, the wolf that wins is whichever wolf you feed

Food comes from delivery trucks, gas comes from the ground
Chuck D says, what you gonna do when the grid goes down?
Depends on who you’re asking, depends on how you ask it
If you close your eyes and breathe in slow, you can taste the casket

Fires and floods and locusts from the north down to the south
And the radio dial’s talking wild, bleeding from the mouth
So much we love’s been stolen and we’re scared to lose what’s left
No doubt we’re scared. We should be scared. We inherited a theft

There’s a cavalcade of castaways, sad eyes stare at ya
There’s strange new spirits in the veins of middle America
But holy words still keep the people mystified and willing
And dignify the grand design by which to make a killing

The men who built this big machine were steely-eyed and clever
Tuned it to run on selfishness so it would turn forever
And now they say we’ll build it back as if it could be mended
As if it’s broken. Is it broken? Or is it working as intended?

There’s a story from the people here before my people arrived
About the two wolves fighting for the soul of everyone alive
One is love and truth and kindness, one is hatred, lies and greed
They used to say, the wolf that wins is whichever wolf you feed