Easy/Lucky/Free Bright Eyes

Did it all get real? I guess it's real enough
They got refrigerators full of blood
Another century spent pointing guns
At anything that moves

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot
My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts
I never really dreamed of heaven much
Until we put him in the ground

But it's all I'm doing now
Listening for patterns in the sound
Of an endless static sea
But once the satellite's deceased
It blows like garbage through the streets
Of the night sky to infinity

But don't you weep (Don't you weep for them)
Don't you weep (Don't you weep)
There is nothing as lucky
Honey, don't you weep (Don't you weep for them)
Don't you weep (Don't you weep)
There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

Don't be a criminal in this police state
You'd better shop and eat and procreate
You've got vacation days, then you might escape
To a condo on the coast