[Verse 1]
I woke up from an awful dream
In June of two thousand sixteen
In a far right fake news fucked up universe
And though we sang the Mountain Goats
Loud enough to bruise our throats
Every year that followed still got worse and worse
And I read the warning signs of these dark and troubled times
Now I'm trying to keep my head above the water line
I'm losing sleep on sleeping masses
Counting sheep and greenhouse gases
As doomsday clocks and TikToks
Say we're running out of time

[Chorus]
But I think this world's a fixer upper
Broken in the middle of a salvage yard
And I know it will be hard
All we've got now is each other
And we're overwhelmed and Wondering where to start
Yeah I know it will be hard
Maybe I'm delusional
But I think it could be beautiful
If we could only keep from losing heart
Then we might still
Have time to build something better From the parts
[Verse 2]
When I was young and still naive
I thought that it was guaranteed
That things would change for better, Not for worse
But now the place I'm born and grown
Is pillaged like the end of Rome
It feels just like we're going ninety in reverse
As misinformation thrives
We are fighting for our lives
Just to make sure when the smoke clears there'll be anything left
The road ahead feels bleak and jaded
All my future hopes are faded
I'm sinking, overthinking, overdrinking and bereft

[Chorus]
But I think this world's a fixer upper
Broken in the middle of a salvage yard
And I know it will be hard
All we've got now is each other
And we're overwhelmed and Wondering where to start
Yeah I know it will be hard
And maybe I'm delusional
But I think it could be beautiful
If we could only keep from losing heart
Then we might still
Have time to build something better From the parts
Something better from the parts
[Bridge]
So don't mourn we will organise
Stronger when we unionise
The sorrow shining in your eyes
I'm keeping at bay
Don't mourn we will organise
Stronger when we empathise
Resistance rising like the tides
To wash all the winter away
To wash it all away

So grab a spade, yeah grab a hammer
Plant some seeds and raise a banner
Roll your sleeves and rake the leaves Left by the passing storm
Boil the kettle, build a movement
Every day some small improvement
Ready ground to lay down all the World yet to be born
Lace your boots and find the shoots
Still struggling through the rotted roots
The saplings laid by other folks
We will turn into mighty oaks
The battle scars, the broken parts
Of dreams who outlasted those hearts
Oh everything you dream is possible It's waiting to be made
So my comrade
Come grab a spade
[Chorus]
Because this world's a fixer upper
Broken in the middle of a salvage yard
And I know it will be hard
I go singing for my supper
Dragging half the contents of a salvage yard
Lord I know it will be hard
And maybe I'm delusional but I think you are beautiful
And if we could just keep from losing heart
We might still
Not rest until
If anybody can, we will
We will build something better from the parts