Born with these opinions we've chosen to ignore,
Things once worth fighting for mean nothing anymore.
The best laid plans, the complicated schemes,
Marginalization of a people's hopes and dreams.
The common man never had a choice,
Too pushed aside to use our voice.
Does our pride still run so deep,
That we don't mind being put to sleep?
The opulent look down with Madisonian disdain at the titillated insects, Too complacent to complain with Pavlovian precision,
Doing just what we are told,
Too entertained to realize the extent of their control.
The common man never had a choice,
Too pushed aside to use our voice.
Does our pride still run so deep,
That we don't mind being put to sleep?
Ignore your dubious pretense of freedom in a different way,
Oppression masked by false consent over one hundred fifty million, Without a thing to say,
Without a thing to say.