If the joke's on me, then the joke's on you To think freedom of speech meant telling the truth Riddle us that, riddle us this It's like reading the lips of a ventriloquist The illusion of choice left everyone confused And let the elephant into this smoke-filled room
Blood red, sky blue Right, left, we lose
Follow our leaders to the end Borrow our freedom from the dead
We swallowed the bait and bought the farm Of fear and hate in this house of God Divided we stand like bricks in the wall Uniting the ones wagging the dog Bite the hand that feeds to fight the pandering Live on your knees or die on your feet
