Complete And Utter Confusion...

There's a man from the afterlife at the door trying to sell us hope Lock the doors and close the windows We hear it, we see it, you better believe it We try it, then buy it, and some us breathe it The slick dark men in their slick dark suits Are gonna take your children away (I bet you bought that) We ask for less, they give us more Mr. and Miss, there is a cure It's better now Is it better now? Kill the head before the body is infected Better now Is it better now? Spare the body before the mind gets the best of