These People Ought To Know Who We Are And That We Are Here

I'm still down here
Drowning in caffeine
Carbonated and caustic
I'm scared to death of my TV

Ninety thousand screens, ninety thousand screens
Over sixty cycle hum
High definition projection
Of the horrible things I've done

You aren't the bastards of young
You aren't the sad troubadors
Troubled by modern love
I, I am, I'm still down here

I am, no, I am, I am the troubled sometimes
Living out a b-side
No, I'm not dead, no, I, no, I'm not dead
But often wish I was

There is no relief
No, no retreat from this heavy shepherd's crown
I must lead my vast parade of sheep
There are no right answers

I, I'm still down here