Lyrics
Who gets the water
Who gets the sky
I see you calculating
Tapping into everyone’s well
Until they’re all dry
The algorithm
Will sort us out
Left and right
We the people
Squeezed tight in blue light and self-doubt
It’s long division
Long Division
Long division
The quotient of which is easy to predict
Who gets the holy land
Soaked in blood
Will you carry the remainder
From the rubbled ancient mud
Who gets to be a space man
While the Earths stays sick and poor
Fly your flag to the god of Mars
Because everywhere is war
It’s long division
Long division
Long division
The quotient of which is easy to predict
Maybe we’re on to you