Lend Me a Crushed Ear

I've got so much hate I can no longer see The contempt that I feel for the supposedly free Marching together the intellectual slum Diluted and lobotomized by mass media scum String up the rich reign a storm on their castle The bourgeoisie are drowning and the class divide is a fossil Teaching never to ask questions You are fortune for the weak Grave digging plots for minimum wage My cracked lips are bleeding and we're begging for change Box office poison slipped into my cup Fledglings and failures for conjuring up I'll take my time With you There's nothing on my mind anymore There's nothing on my mind anymore We can change the moon We can change the moon We can change the moon We can change the moon