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