Product sells

People die

Same revolution

Wrapped in lies

In these sexist, drugged-up

Rock and roles

The biggest prizes

To the biggest fools

Ask the puppet-masters

Who pull the strings

'Who makes the money

When the puppets sing?'

Ask the corporations

'Where does the money go?'

Ask the empty-bellied children

'Tell me what are we singing for?'

Until we pull down the walls

It'll stay the same

Until we find something new

Make it change

I know there most be more

So what are we singing for?

[Repeats until end of song]

I know there most be more

"These puppets, underneath the skin, have the same problems as you and me--they want to be loved, don't know where to begin. Just a wall's width away, but impossible to get close. Offstage, with nothing to hide behind, the puppets are running away. And meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves..."

If our music makes you happy or content

It has failed

If our music entertains, but doesn't inspire

It has failed

The music's not a threat

Action the music inspires

Can be a threat!