Empty Promises - Cass McCombs

Like any force of nature

You cannot be controlled

The SPIRIT disappears

Before you grab a hold

Say it again

I like the sound of that

Whispers, nothings

Another new toy for the brat

Sweet honey

Tell me where you stand

Empty promises

To you from Pan

Like any force of nature

You cannot be denied

How much SPIRIT

Has industry supplied?

Over five hundred years

Since the bitch arrived

And we still cannot find

A decent place to hide

Play the song on through

The broken string

Empty promises

Of hope and things

Like any force of nature

You are dangerous

What mortal cannot

Lose its SPIRIT, thus?

Smother our

Mother’s generation

Whose idleness and vanity

Destroyed our glorious nation

Punk was not severe enough

For empty promises

Forcefed in youth to us

This song is short, mean, and overplayed

To take it in stride, well, that’s okay

Aha, empty promises!