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Gonna take more eyes than the eyes that you have in your head
To see what’s happening gonna take more teeth
Than those in your mouth to chew it all down
Gonna take more brains than the brains that you have in your skull
To find the answers ‘cause these days information stinks
There are enough lies here to fool the Sphinx

The newest version of the oldest trick
It’s been working since they wrote that book
And you say that it makes you sick
But not before that it made you look

Gonna take more words than the words that can roll off your tongue
To express that there is a way better than this to be free
Gonna take more hands than the hands that grown on your arms
To chip away the tired veneer
It’s thick as a myth
You don’t know what you’re messing with

The newest version of the oldest trick
It’s been working since they wrote that book
And you say that it makes you sick
But not before that it made you look

Oh well, it started so long ago with
Just a few rich men they
Wanted to protect what they had but the
Problem with freedom is
Everyone wants some and
If all are equal then the poor might get mad
So they found enemies, built up mythologies
To keep the people from snooping around
It worked so well we can no longer tell
Where the truth turns to dust who to kill who to trust

The newest version of the oldest trick
It’s been working since they wrote that book
And you say that it makes you sick
But not before that it made you look
Gonna take more eyes than the eyes that you have in your head   To see what’s happening gonna take more teeth   Than those in your mouth to chew it all down   Gonna take more brains than the brains that you have in your skull   To find the answers ‘cause these days information stinks   There are enough lies here to fool the Sphinx      The newest version of the oldest trick   It’s been working since they wrote that book   And you say that it makes you sick   But not before that it made you look      Gonna take more words than the words that can roll off your tongue   To express that there is a way better than this to be free   Gonna take more hands than the hands that grown on your arms   To chip away the tired veneer   It’s thick as a myth   You don’t know what you’re messing with      The newest version of the oldest trick   It’s been working since they wrote that book   And you say that it makes you sick   But not before that it made you look      Oh well, it started so long ago with   Just a few rich men they   Wanted to protect what they had but the   Problem with freedom is   Everyone wants some and   If all are equal then the poor might get mad   So they found enemies, built up mythologies   To keep the people from snooping around   It worked so well we can no longer tell   Where the truth turns to dust who to kill who to trust      The newest version of the oldest trick   It’s been working since they wrote that book   And you say that it makes you sick   But not before that it made you look