swivel-eyed loons

[Intro – Spoken, calm & detached]

“This is a public service announcement.
The water is gone.
But don’t worry — someone on the news said it was raining yesterday.”
[Verse 1]

Dry mouth, dry land, but they drink their denial
Desert winds whisper through a parliamentary trial
Sat in suits with bottles cold and crisp
While the rivers ghost the maps, slit-wrist

Bar graphs burn, they cheer and grin
“No cause for panic,” says the anchor’s twin
Spinning myths in a megawatt haze
As the crops fold over like prayer in a blaze
[Pre-Chorus]

We talk in facts, they talk in flames
A circus fire with a thousand names
You can’t reason with a sinkhole’s grin
You scream for help — they vote it in
[Chorus – shouted gang vocals + lead]

Swivel-eyed loons! with microphones
Flooding the airwaves, drying the bones
Selling the end like a two-for-one
Scream into drought while they chase the sun

Swivel-eyed loons! red in the face
Debating death like it’s first place
Crack the sky — they’ll still ask “proof?”
Drink the dust and call it truth
[Verse 2]

Tectonic plates play dead man's bluff
As they argue if the data’s tough enough
“We had snow once — I wore a coat!”
Great, let’s carve that quote on your lifeboat

Truth’s a joke and fear’s a brand
You get a million clicks for a scorched homeland
And when the water riots hit your street
They’ll blame the scientists — not the heat
[Breakdown – Spoken, distorted]

“We had time.
We had science.
We had warning signs painted in flame.
But they chose the talk show.”
[Bridge – clean then screamed]

Can’t plant seeds in corporate ash
Can’t sip hope from a fracking flash
Can't argue logic when the crowd's entertained
By men who set the match, then piss on the rain
[Final Chorus – slower, heavier]

Swivel-eyed loons! on every screen
Laughing while they drain the canteen
When the last lake boils and the last fish dies
They’ll say “at least we kept our enterprise”

Swivel-eyed loons! built this hell
With plastic flags and oil to sell
We begged for rain — they served perfume
So raise a glass for the swivel-eyed loons
[Outro – whispered]

“Perspective.
Sometimes it dies of thirst too.”