Really hate running really hate the game

Looking at them all I wanna be unborn again

Their suit is getting tighter although they're getting thin

The flies are crawling on their face and trying to get in

People say that we're to blame I say

No no no it's just the game

Must we let them fool us no no no

Have we got our freedom no no no

Is it getting better no no no

Do we love each other no no no

Must we wait forever no no no



Heads are getting stronger bodies getting weak

Looking at them all it feels good to be a freak

Their hands are getting closer they're reaching out so far

The greenies gonna get them make them serve stars

Tell them how it is and they say

No no no we know it all

The washing's getting dirty the air is getting thin

It's all in such a mess that no one knows where to begin

They talk about creating but all they do is kill

They say we're gonna mend it but they never will

Poison in the rain but they say

No no no we ain't to blame