He had a heart-attack, Mac

they shot him full of smack

he overdosed 'fore he understood

anything at all

They forgot before long

put their black righteous cloaks back on

they never cared about anything

anything at all (X3)

They called it rat poison suicide

and put his ashes in a jar

without name or number

and no remorse at all

With a mouth full of psychodorm

the herd sticks to their guards

and their factory routine

in anything and all (X3)