They make it too clever
They make it too thin
They make sure that you miss it
They make sure that you're here
They force-feed us with fiction
And multilayered lies
And we keep on sleepwalking
As they're playing with our lives
Suck that
We're rushing to that Lincoln
Stool on the hill
Back and forth in little stacks
They make laws out of bills
The inner weight fills cemeteries
While unions bleed us too
With thousand dollar hammers and fifty dollar screws
Yeah, won't you
Help us
Yeah, won't you, yeah
Fucking heal us
I can see you
See right through you
Yeah, I can see you
I can see right through you
And if the change gets through congress
The beetle can still slap it down
Just thirty-four percent and the president
To turn the whole damn thing around
You got the donkey going left
And the elephant going right
If we can get 'em to walk down the middle of the road
We can probably, probably get to the light
Yeah, won't you
Help us
Yeah, won't you, yeah
Yeah, fucking heal us
Won't you
Help us
Yeah, won't you
Heal us
