I live knowing that we're slaves to be sold   And my paranoia is a joke, so I'm told   And where's the new Jesus? Well, he's off praising the Lord   The Yankee clinches the commie with his tight umbilical cord      And they train you to never, ever grow old      So wake up and uncuff your hands   Now wake up, your future has been planned   To play God you must round up your lambs   Now wake up and uncuff your hands   Wake up      All those people will grow gold in their gut   Patronizing weasels they don't like themselves that much   And this can't last forever 'cause it's killing us all   I lost an angel while I was digging in her dust      And they train you to never, ever grow old      So wake up and uncuff your hands   Now wake up, your future has been planned   To play God you must round up your lambs   Now wake up and uncuff your hands   Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up      And they train you to never, ever grow old      So wake up and uncuff your hands   Now wake up, your future has been planned   To play God you must round up your lambs   Now wake up and uncuff your hands   Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up   Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up