Parliament Of Matchsticks

They drew a map in crayon On a plastic kitchen plate Said "This is how the world works" While the clock blinked far too late Paper crowns and crooked badges Every dumb idea a dare Spilling gasoline on carpets Saying "Look The floor's still there" Parliament of matchsticks Striking on a rusted wall Simple minds with loaded lighters Laughing as the embers fall They swear they know the weather While they fan a global pyre Tiny hands on giant levers Set the world on fire They outlawed every mirror So they’d never see the mess Turned the air to bitter static Called that poison "happiness" Built a throne from busted textbooks Ripped the pages for a show Asked the children for a compass Then said "Kids What would we know?" Parliament of matchsticks Striking on a rusted wall Simple minds with loaded lighters Laughing as the embers fall They swear they know the weather While they fan a global pyre Tiny hands on giant levers Set the world on fire Is this the joke Or are we? Are we the ones who stayed quiet Politely? If wisdom whispers But cowards vote louder What did we think would grow from that powder? Parliament of matchsticks Striking on a rusted wall Simple minds with loaded lighters Laughing as the embers fall They swear they know the weather While they fan a global pyre Tiny hands on giant levers Set the world on fire Set the world on fire (hey) Set the world on fire Track from the album "Tiny Revolutions"