Step up and forfeit your frontal lobe   To the sexed up stroll of celebrity   Never mind that the nanoseconds in between   Are some of the darkest darkness that you've ever seen   Keep your eye on my finger   And listen to the sound of my voice      Get your subliminal decree   And your false security   Be all that you can be   Be all that you can be      In hospitals and schools   Airports and banks and bars   Big ones on street corners   Little ones driving by in cars   And glowing through countless   Bedroom curtains at night   That 30k tone   And that pale blue light saying      Daddy knows best   Yes, this is the news   In 90 second segments officially produced   And aired again and again and again   By the little black and white pawns   Of the network yes men   While the stars are going out   And the stripes are getting bent      And cancer, the great teacher   Has been opening schools   Downstream from every factory   Still, everywhere fools are   Squinting into microscopes   Researching cells   Trying to figure out a way   That we can all live in hell      Well, step back, look up   You'll see I'm dimming the sun   But you won't, will you?   Oh, that's a good little one      'cause daddy knows best   Yes, this is the news   In 90 second segments officially produced   And aired again and again and again   By the little black and white pawns   Of the network yes men   While the stars are going out   And the stripes are getting bent      The stars are going out   And the stripes are getting bent