[Long, slow build Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] The electrics go out, the rivers run brown, The road gives way when the rain comes down, The cracks get painted, the rust gets dressed, Another year passes with no heard request. The engines groan, forced in old age to run, The plans get shelved, pleas for aid are shunned , A temporary fix becomes the cheap design, And someone says, “Well, It’ll be perfectly fine.” [Hook] The procrastination Of an entire nation. The procrastination Of an entire nation. [Instrumental Fills] [Verse 2] The warning signs fade beneath layers of hurt, The cure gets delayed, charities are ever alert, The skilled ones retire, the young ones move on, Their knowledge gets thinner, the memory’s gone. The pillars still stand, but the foundations decay, The empire looks grand from a distance away, No siege at the gates, no conquering done, Just old ideas from a man on a throne. [Hook] The procrastination Of an entire nation. The procrastination Of an entire nation. [Breakdown] It didn’t happen in a single day. They all filled their pockets Then looked away. [Long slow build Instrumental Outro]
