Thousand Oaks - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Nobody’s going to fix her now

But it’s a world full of trouble

An American massacre

In southern California

But we’re reasoning with messengers

Who sit and talk about the weather

When it’s just another nightmare

A slaughter of the children

With the wolves out there

And the bleeding hearts

And the long, blank stares

And the open mouths

She had her last shirt on

Now all stained with blood

With nowhere to run

And you sit and wonder whether anything could be done

And I could climb a mountain

But what am I going to find there?

When nothing comes from nothing

With every man an island

And we’re reasoning with messengers

Who try to pass for grown men

And they’re coming up empty

And they’re sending you their thoughts and prayers

With the wolves out there

And the bleeding hearts

And the long, blank stares

And the open mouths

She had her last shirt on

Now all stained with blood

With nowhere to run

And you sit and wonder whether anything could be done