Thinkin'

Behind the smoke and lies and misdirection Lives a filthy joke not fit for virgin ears Open hearts are prone to vivisection And broken faith is epidemic here So lock and load your guns, it's murder season And once again the tyrants have their way Dirty, and impervious to reason Each trigger finger grows itchier every day And along the way It's strip mall hell and burger stands from jail to private jail Worship those who prosper, heaven help you if you fail Sobriety brings no relief, and drinking does no good I think I've just been thinking just a little more than I should I'll take the mandatory Prozac For something I have, something I lack The latest fabricated disease Still the pills preserve my mental welfare So I'll still be insane, but won't care Narcozombie smiling while... Divided still we stand, and will demand the right to choose Designer slavery chains and cheap TV While every decent thing is torn up screaming by the roots To feed the beasts, and all that they believe