Everyone keeps asking me how come I'm such a fucking cynic*

Staring at the rubble of another bombed abortion clinic

Make more cuts in the welfare system close a school to build a prison

Better keep the blinders on it helps you to maintain the vision

Change your fucking channel man. It's more control than I can stand

Everyone keeps asking me why I can't be more optimistic

Every time I step outside it makes me want to go ballistic

Aids smack and segregation take their toll on the population

Yeah for sure they've got the cure turn on the news for information

Change your fucking channel man. It's more control than I can stand

Now my friends keep asking me just when did I get so complacent

Cathode signs behind my eyes just advertise my space as vacant

Wish that I could turn it off take a nap or read a book

But every time I close my eyes the dying cries say, "What the fuck?!"

Change your fucking channel man. It's more control than I can stand