| You say I’m a free man but what does that mean
|
| To a social security number?
|
| A grey suit as sharp as a new guillotine
|
| Bought and paid for while drugging us under
|
| Tell me what use is a citizen’s charter
|
| When blood is the ink for the new Magna Carta?
|
| Sci-fi style weapons in feudal societies
|
| Fingers on buttons that twitch with anxiety
|
| Brought to our knees by the powers that maybe
|
| Don’t care if humanity lives or it dies
|
| But you’re alright Jack, so you pulled up the ladder
|
| And hook, line and sinker, you swallowed their lies
|
| Now it seems that the truth is not easy to say
|
| Mouth stuffed with the goodies they sample
|
| Stripped by their mistresses, tied up and flayed
|
| Like pye-dogs that would lead by example
|
| Not enough answers and cash payed for questions
|
| Waste paper baskets filled with good suggestions
|
| Show me a promise they made that has lasted
|
| Successes have fathers but failure’s a bastard
|
| Brought to our knees by the powers that maybe
|
| Don’t care if humanity lives or it dies
|
| But you’re alright Jack, so you pulled up the ladder
|
| And hook, line and sinker, you swallowed their lies
|
| Your motto was «in god we trust — all others pay by cash»
|
| You hide beneath oak tables when the windows start to smash
|
| The natives are revolting, open season on the scum
|
| Sit back and wait forever for the Eirenarch to come
|
| Rich and poor divide the classes, instigate two types of law
|
| Making 1990's heaven feel like 1984
|
| Your finger on the trigger of a 12-bore in the dark
|
| When justice knocks upon your door
|
| Send for the Eirenarch |