"Solar Flare" as written by and Doug Martinez Nicholas Lofton Hexum....
Not for lack of a gentle mother
I do lack a mental cover
It keeps on pounding my head
World order, water torture, exhausted economics
Everyday just more comics
In a pissing contest
That started out with atomic
Bombs, mom will they drop the bomb
Will they think about their children's children
Being born with limbs missing
There's no one to call
You can't make 'em stall
I want to feed them to each other
'Cause I'm sick of them all
How can't you see something's missing
Is anyone listening
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care
They've got this world locked down bound and gagged
From the rez in Pine Ridge to that land in Baghdad
When did our leaders
Become bottom feeders
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care
They got this world locked down bound and gagged
With constant fear and paranoia, toxins in our head
It's just something they know how to do
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
The masses just take it while they turn the screws
(Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb)
It's just something that we gotta fight
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
Keep us distracted with fuel to ignite
(Bring to a boil)
Porno shows, MTV hoes, and on the radio
It's the same fucking song
That's just the way it goes
Cultures referral to democracy's girls
Learn the rules of engagement sweetheart
This is the world
How can so many sit silent
Numb to the violence
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care
They got this world locked down bound and gagged
The Botoxed Barbie dolls in stupid magazine ads
It's just something they know how to do
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
The masses just take it while they turn the screws
(Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb)
Embodying all that we know to be wrong
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
When a war chant becomes the popular song
(Bring to a boil)
I do lack a mental cover
It keeps on pounding my head
World order, water torture, exhausted economics
Everyday just more comics
In a pissing contest
That started out with atomic
Bombs, mom will they drop the bomb
Will they think about their children's children
Being born with limbs missing
There's no one to call
You can't make 'em stall
I want to feed them to each other
'Cause I'm sick of them all
How can't you see something's missing
Is anyone listening
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care
They've got this world locked down bound and gagged
From the rez in Pine Ridge to that land in Baghdad
When did our leaders
Become bottom feeders
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care
They got this world locked down bound and gagged
With constant fear and paranoia, toxins in our head
It's just something they know how to do
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
The masses just take it while they turn the screws
(Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb)
It's just something that we gotta fight
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
Keep us distracted with fuel to ignite
(Bring to a boil)
Porno shows, MTV hoes, and on the radio
It's the same fucking song
That's just the way it goes
Cultures referral to democracy's girls
Learn the rules of engagement sweetheart
This is the world
How can so many sit silent
Numb to the violence
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care
They got this world locked down bound and gagged
The Botoxed Barbie dolls in stupid magazine ads
It's just something they know how to do
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
The masses just take it while they turn the screws
(Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb)
Embodying all that we know to be wrong
(How to make everyone feel uncalm)
When a war chant becomes the popular song
(Bring to a boil)
Lyrics submitted by cheese311
"Solar Flare" as written by Nicholas Hexum Douglas Martinez
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
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Most definitely about our current administration(they mention Baghdad, after all...)...and all politicos, for that matter ("Wanna feed 'em to each other, 'cuz I'm sick of 'em all"). Probably the best song on DTOM, if not one of the best they've ever done.
I'm glad that they put this song on the album, it really takes that sense of selfishness out of an album when you put a song like this on the playlist. What an open mind 311 has.