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Suckers!

Suckers lined up on a Babylon chain gang…
O high society
Founded on the self
Where selfishness was the highest value that anyone ever felt
We reassured each other
"You got to look out for Number One…"
"Follow all your dreams man, before they’re all gone…"
So here in the land of the free
It’s weird that we do what we’re told like we’re slaves on a chain gang
We only want what they tell us to be wanting
And we always chase whatever they tell us to be chasing
Suckers lined up on a Babylon chain gang…
Sex is the opium of the people
And this is the most religious people of them all
We set up idols everywhere we go
Every page
Every channel
Every street
Every shop and every home
Television
Pay - rise
Alcohol
New car
Friday night
Younger flesh
Weed
Porn
Bigger breasts
Clearer skin
Property ladder
50% extra free
Or whatever is your weakness
And so on, endlessly
Here in the middle of a million idols and anaesthetics
We’ve become completely pacified
Completely apathetic
You could take every bit of dignity from us and we wouldn’t even notice
Because we’re too busy chasing the desires hung in front of our noses
Suckers lined up on a Babylon chain gang…
Where self centeredness is the ultimate principle
Those who can gain from others’ losses will do so
It’s simple
It’s a game
It’s Monopoly
It’s a race
It’s the economy
It’s illegitimate gods competing for significance
So drink more and think less - it’s good for the economy
O.C.D. stress is good for the economy
Spend yourselves into the red and pay it back with interest
And do whatever the heck else is good for the economy
We’re dogs fetching sticks for thieves
We’re suckers chasing fallacies
In the name of somebody else’s money
We do whatever we’re told
And we somehow still believe that we’re masters of our own lives
gods - with a lower case "g"
Suckers lined up on a Babylon chain gang…

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