Just because we hear music
Doesn’t mean we have rhythm

We pray to ourselves to be
Then force ourselves to be governed
We tell ourselves we see
But can never see beyond
You say everyone’s like me
Yet I see the only me there is

In a country of mirrors
There is nowhere to hide
Unless you turn around
In defiance you might as well
Keep turning, keep moving
You might as well dance

People want their leaders to lead
But not that way
People want majority rule

But not that one
People want change
Until they get it

Choose from column A
Unless all you see is column B
Under communism everyone has a job for life
But no one is happy — except the oligarchy

Under capitalism no one has a job for life
So no one is happy — except the oligarchy
Majesty is manipulation is marketing
The folks who came up
With government intelligence
With informed electorate
Also gave us business ethics
And jumbo shrimp

Somewhere the music has started up again
Give me your hand