Sitting out the goosestep    Of the long march of the Yes-men    As their gold card wielding wives    Are consumed by bitterness    It takes a lifetime to conceive    That your days in the sun are but brief    So they snivel, and repeat the echoes    That buzz off every screen    No wonder that the sociopaths    At the top of the human thrash pile    Refer to us as cattle: we are branded, sold and fatted    We're raised for a purpose    A drear existence on the work farm    And then a quiet death in the nursing-barn    "You must pay your dues", cries the humble mind    We're distracted with excuses    Why we can't reach for the stars    And so we never spring to arms    To claim back what's being taken from us here    Every single fucking day "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em", another one cries... We're distracted with excuses    Why we can't reach for the stars    And so we never spring to arms    To reclaim what we are loosing    Every day