Well, folks, what more could I say that somebody hasn't said yet?

Just had to get it out. I get this picture of all these people in windows, looking

Out. On we road, in buildings, homes, caves......boats......searching for the town crier, Who's hiding under a tree

I've joined the ranks of many now, fed into the system

Now I feed the dragon and the dragon's feeding me

They tell you tales of kings and queens and devils in the details

Victims and the chosen ones and Jesus wannabes

They make us do things, they want to rule us and keep us wanting

Nothing more

I don't want my memory hammered in some tombstone

Weathered by a dust-storm, wishing it would rain

But they would bleed these rivers

Dry all across this desert land

Where there's a cactus blooms at night

You can't touch with your hands

They make us do things, they want to rule us and keep us wanting

Nothing more

Corporates and politicians running gates on everything

Not even the kings and queens rule that marketplace

They put up walls around their houses

Make it look like us & them

Watch it from their living rooms and run the human race

They make us do things, they want to rule us and keep us wanting

Nothing more

Make you want to tell somebody, tell 'em when you dance and sing

Tell em when the light turns green you do not hesitate

How much yellow 'fore the red starts

How much orange between the lines

How much will they take from us to make us money blind

They make us do things, they want to rule us and keep us wanting

Something more