Sitting out the goose step
Of the long march of the Yes-men
As their gold card wielding wives
Are consumed by bitterness
It takes a lifetime to conceive
That your days in the sun are but brief
So they snivel and repeat the echoes
That buzz off every screen
No wonder that the sociopaths
At the top of the human thrash pile
Refer to us as cattle, we are branded
Sold and fatted, we're raised for a purpose
A drear existence on the work farm
And then a quiet death in the nursing barn
"You must pay your dues", cries the humble mind
We're distracted with excuses
Why we can't reach for the stars
And so we never spring to arms to claim back
What's being taken from us here every single fucking day
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, another one cries
We're distracted with excuses
Why we can't reach for the stars
And so we never spring to arms
To reclaim what we are losing everyday