One Dimensional Man

Neon and strobe, the eyes don't go beyond the glow

They want to protest, but lost the focus

Now they're latching on to any cause

Snapping down like any jaw

Mulch from the demagogues

Acting like they're demigods

It starts with the link, link

Moves to sinking

Moves to the chain gang

Moving to the brink, brink

Rules are the same game

Speak in doublethink

With the action based on guilt

Holier-than-thou type thing

But you did your part

You gave your hundred bucks to NPR

You joined the co-op now

Bought the hybrid car

Switched to Peace Coffee

Went to three rallies

Then wiped your hands with sanitized solution

Good deeds tallied

Consumer movement, seeking absolution

Re-design the treadmill, still ain't moving

Desperately run in place

Reapplied the laws of the bluest eye

And made the truest shade of grey

So we truly fade away, now

Like it or not, you're standing here stranded

You didn't buy the tape and plastic

Still copped the panic

You switched it up, now you're buying all organic

Screaming "Save the planet!"

But you won't even save your neighbor, dammit!

So, where do we go?

Now that we know who's paving the road

Oh, no, no, no

Are you saving your soul

Or braiding the rope that's making you choke?

And, so it goes

They throw the line out caustic

They're rolling out the product

They hit you in your heart, aiming for your pocket

You can't ignore the profit

Michael Moore the topic

Now tell me that your time is really all that philanthropic

Neon and strobe, the eyes don't go beyond the glow

They want to protest, but lost the focus

It's a cycle, no less

Out of place, grotesque

We step with cold flesh

Toward a cause with warm breath

Seeking comfort in the moment, missed the omen

Everyone screaming change, but we build it the same

New wording, same adage: Go ask Alice, fool

Grab your mallet, you better get ready to earn your callus

The Master's tools will never dismantle the Master's palace

(Those the rules)

So, where do we go?

Now that we know who's paving the road

Oh, no, no, no

Are you saving your soul

Or braiding the rope that's making you choke?

And, so it goes

They throw the line out caustic

They're rolling out the product

They hit you in your heart, aiming for your pocket

You can't ignore the profit

Michael Moore the topic

Now tell me that your time is really all that philanthropic