the stupid ones the violent ones   they suck their thumbs and point their guns   little boys with little choice   they've got their hands on little toys   their boxes tell them where to aim   shoot anything they say to blame   so we'll just pretend they're not here   maybe they'll all disappear   one day far away   I'll make it   reach out climb out   right through it   the simple minds that don't know why   they're stuck inside the happy lives   give them toys and give them choice   they'll take it all like little boys   and they will follow like a herd   don't cut in line just wait your turn   when we let go and don't care at all   they'll all hide out inside their mall