Текст песни The Ostrich

The ostrich is hiding his head in the ground His ignorance thriving and holding us down Can't we lift up our heads Not be just blindly led Can't we respond to what's said Such a loss, yet America can't seem to mourn So sad, yet we turn all our sorrow to scorn What a cost when society can't be reborn We'll live with the problem Hand it down to our children Till the ostrich comes out of his hole We turn on the TV to hear the day's news Then we all shake our heads in our comfortable blues Are our consciences numb Are we deaf or just dumb Don't we know what will come Such a loss, yet America can't seem to mourn So sad, yet we turn all our sorrow to scorn What a cost when society can't be reborn We'll live with the problem Hand it down to our children Till the ostrich comes out of his hole No one wants to hear it No one wants it said No one wants to lose their sweet security So we turn on the TV to hear the day's news Then we all shake our heads in our comfortable blues Are our consciences numb Are we deaf or just dumb Don't we know what will come