The Daily Wail

A hundred million voices in a glowing little square They're dancing and they're shouting out, their stories in the air But a whisper from Beijing, a shadow long and deep Has the men up on the Hill deciding secrets they can't keep They say the clock is ticking, that the owner has to sell Or the digital town square will hear a final, silent bell Oh, the daily wail, the headlines cry 'Neath a worried, watching sky It's a brand new tale, but the ink ain't dry On a story that will never die The names all change, the dust just flies

The price of bread is climbing, a penny then a dime Another worried mother says she's running out of time The cost to fill the tank up makes a working man just groan While the Fed up in its tower speaks in numbers cold as stone They talk of taming dragons, of interest and of rates But the kitchen table's empty, and the hour's getting late Oh, the daily wail, the headlines cry 'Neath a worried, watching sky It's a brand new tale, but the ink ain't dry On a story that will never die The names all change, the dust just flies

Two familiar flags are raised again on either side Two familiar faces with no place left to hide They're marching to November, with promises and ire To rekindle an old battle and set the land on fire The same two names are shouted, in anger and in praise Just like a tired old record stuck in these modern days I've seen this on a parchment scroll, I've seen it etched in stone The fight for bread and circuses, the king upon the throne From the Roman forum's gossip to the glowing, biting wire It's the same old human hunger, the same consuming fire Oh, the daily wail, the headlines cry

'Neath a worried, watching sky It's a brand new tale, but the ink ain't dry On a story that will never die The names all change, the dust just flies