| Well, they divided up all the land |
| We’ve got states and cities |
| Cities have their neighborhoods |
| And more subdivisions |
| There’s countries divided by walls |
| Oceans and latitude |
| And longitude, longing to find out |
| Just what they’re missing |
| There’s lots of area codes |
| And nine digit zip codes |
| Secret decoder ring codes |
| Arteries, shopping nodes |
| We’ll invent some new computers |
| Link up the global village |
| And get AP, UPI, Reuters |
| To tell everybody the news |
| We’ll be one happy neighborhood |
| Spread out across the world |
| Who’s going to stop that burglar |
| From breaking into my house |
| If he lives that far away |
| We’ll be just like old friends |
| No means to your ends |
| The police state is too busy |
| And the neighborhood’s getting out of hand |
| Big Brother on every wall |
| Muzak plays in all the halls |
| Empires see the rise and fall |
| They divide, conquer |
| It’s not about my politics |
| Something happened way too quick |
| Bunch of men who played it sick |
| They divide, conquer |
| It’s all here before your eyes |
| Safety is a big disguise |
| That hides among the other lies |
| They divide, conquer |
| Well, I expect I won’t be heard |
| 'Cause my silence is assured |
| Never a discouraging word |
| They divide and conquer |
| They divide and conquer |