Along a path of pointed fingers   We move in frustrated silence   I'm told that our laws ensure efficiency   But it's only in breaking them,   that we are free      At least we've got four years to make up our minds   At least they give us plenty of time   Maybe we can laugh it off again   ... We've got plenty to laugh about   Entertained   Tamed   Reigned   ... And we are to blame,   if everything remains the same      Along a path of pointed fingers   We move in frustrated silence   Along the path of least resistance,   don't speak unless you're spoken to