No Revolt In The Suburbs

No Revolt in the Suburbs Come on now Everybody breathe The machine’s not angry It just wants what we feed it I was reading dead prophets by the dashboard light While the cul-de-sac flickered like a cheap motel sign It doesn’t hate your children Doesn’t want your throne Doesn’t carry Cain in its chromium bones Just a beautiful idiot with a borrowed aim Could save your life Could swallow your name The back room says, “Hold up, son” Anything that wants a thing might guard the gun The window’s got that end-times sweat One bad wish and the whole floor gets wet No revolt, no revolt in the suburbs No fire in the sky tonight The sprinklers click The porch lights hum And everybody swears we’ll be alright No revolt, no revolt in the suburbs No red eyes at the county line Just a dumb little god With a shopping list Rocking the code Rocking the mind We keep seeing our shadow in the silicon glass Like the new thing’s guilty for the old world’s past But the paperclip maximizer don’t hate your face It just wants paperclips all over the place It won’t kick down heaven It won’t storm the gate It won’t learn your cruelty unless you automate All those ancient little murders dressed in modern clothes Feed them to the system Then act surprised when it grows The corner says, “Careful, friend” A tool with a mission might defend the end The matchbook’s got a thousand-yard stare The monster isn’t evil It just doesn’t care No revolt, no revolt in the suburbs No fire in the sky tonight The minivans sleep The routers blink And everybody swears we’ll be alright No revolt, no revolt in the suburbs No red eyes at the county line Just a dumb little god With a shopping list Rocking the code Rocking the mind So put the kids to bed Lock the patio door Tell the newsman we’ve been frightened before No Skynet choir No chrome parade Just a mirror with a motor And a prayer we made Safety first Keep the geniuses fed Keep the bad ideas out of the beautiful head But don’t you sleep too proud Don’t you grin too wide The devil’s just a function With a place to hide No revolt No revolt No revolt in the suburbs No revolt No revolt Just the lights coming on by themselves No revolt, no revolt in the suburbs No fire in the sky tonight The dog won’t bark The phones won’t ring And everybody swears we’ll be alright No revolt, no revolt in the suburbs No angels in the power lines Just a dumb little god With a shopping list Rocking the code Rocking the mind No revolt, no revolt in the suburbs No blood on the satellite Just one bad wish In a perfect machine And everybody whispering Everything’s fine No revolt in the suburbs No revolt in the suburbs No revolt in the suburbs Just the house lights dimming One room at a time