(thanks tonya, richard, jackie, hope)

Step up and forfeit your frontal lobe

To the sexed up stroll of celebrity
Never mind that the nanoseconds in between
Are some of the darkest darkness that you've ever seen

Keep your eye on my finger
And listen to the sound of my voice


Get your subliminal decree
And your false security
Be all that you can be

Be all that you can be

In hospitals and schools

Airports and banks and bars
Big ones on street corners
Little ones driving by in cars

And glowing through countless
Bedroom curtains at night
That 30k tone

And that pale blue light saying

Daddy knows best

Yes, this is the news
In 90 second segments officially produced
And aired again and again and again

By the little black and white pawns
Of the network yes men
While the stars are going out

And the stripes are getting bent

And cancer, the great teacher

Has been opening schools
Downstream from every factory
Still, everywhere fools are

Squinting into microscopes
Researching cells
Trying to figure out a way

That we can all live in hell

Well, step back, look up

You'll see i'm dimming the sun
But you won't, will you?
Oh, that's a good little one


'cause daddy knows best
Yes, this is the news

In 90 second segments officially produced
And aired again and again and again
By the little black and white pawns

Of the network yes men
While the stars are going out
And the stripes are getting bent


The stars are going out
And the stripes are getting bent