Music: Walker)

(Lyrics: Walker)



Hands in another's pocket

The bed they make

Is not the one in which they lie

The same old faces

The same old establishment

The same old lies

Cross your 'x'

It's your only voice

Do as you're told

Stay in line

Don't rock the boat

And buy what you're sold



Believe the lie

The line that you toe

Doing fine

If you just do as you're told



No dissident voices

The faces merge

Are one, absolute

A comfortable, privileged

White over belly

Revolution

No threat, no change

No gain, just pain

The same old scheme

No hope, no choice

No future, no voice

This is no pipe dream

All is not what it seems



Believe the lie

The line that you toe

You'll do just fine

If you just do as you're told

You believe the lie

The line you toe

Doing fine

If you just do as you're told

Is this rock'n'roll or a form of state control?



Is this really rock'n'roll?

Or a form of state control?



(lead)



Believe the lie

The line that you toe

Doing fine

If you just do as you're told



Believe the lie

The line that you toe

You'll do just fine

If you just do as you're told



You believe the lie

The line you toe

Doing fine

If you just do as you're told

Is this rock'n'roll or a form of state control