Cry Wolf Dirt Poor Robins

Isn't it funny
That the sky is falling again
When our necks are barely
Holding up our heads?

So gather the children for war
Before
They grow to know
There's more than keeping score

So we all cry wolf
Cry wolf

Aren't we so lucky
That the sky is falling again
Corral the herd
The news is sinking in

For when you sound the alarm
The howl will drive the sheep into your arms

So we all cry wolf
Cry wolf

We've only seen a blurry image (a clump of pixels in the sky)
We're sifting through the grainy footage (we strain our eyes)
We strain our eyes (they were strained before we witnessed)
Contradictions were dismissed
Now we can't see what it really is
What it really is