Decree

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 thirty k tone and that pale blue light saying Dad knows best, yes this is the news And ninety second segments officially produced And aired again, and again, and again By the little black and white pawns of the network yes men Well the stars are going out and the stripes are getting bent And cancer the great teacher has been opening schools Down stream 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? No, that's a good little one Cause daddy knows best, yes this is the news And ninety second segments officially produced And aired again, and again, and again By the little black and white pawns of the network yes men Well the stars are going out and the stripes are getting bent Yes the stars are going out and the stripes are getting bent