Jello Biafra

Bruce's Diary

Jello Biafra


On the top floor, from my penthouse 
I survey what I rule 
High rises 
Thin curtains 
All lights go out by two 

No one ever sees me 
Yet I know all of you 
It's sort of like a small town 
When your whole lives are on my computer 

Ah... Ah... 
All the power, none of the stress 
So much better being hatchet man 
Than a henpecked attention-starved target 
Like the big man himself 

Our goal is perpetual economic victory 
We play with you to amuse ourselves 
Our motives are personal 
Our motives are political 
Our motives are sexual 
I know 

Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho 

The laws we make for others 
Don't apply to us 
We do what we want 

A lethargic population 
Is the key to our control 
Who'd rather watch someone's life on TV 
Than participate in their own 
Mentally they feel helpless 
Physically they just give up 
We priced the healthy food so high 
They can only buy soda pop 

A housebroken bee colony 
That goes home after 5 
Too burnt and glazed to threaten us 
With purpose in their lives 

Ah... Ah... 
Ha Ha Ha 
We drug their snacks at work 
Mix hormones in kids lunch at school 
Don't be a pill, it's good for you 

The men grow up muscular 
Short tempered and kinda dumb 
The women develop those outrageous curves 
The kind you only used to see 
In the movies and magazines 
We banned and rounded up for ourselves 
Hi-Ho 
Hi-Ho 
It's off to do our work you go 

We melt you with acid rain 
Keep you poor for economic gain 
Convince you your biggest threat 
Is drugs and terrorists 

They don't even have to be real 
Just find a face, make up a crime 
Run sensational headlines 
Works every time 

The people must not realize 
They are being manipulated 
For them to be manipulated effectively 

We give 'em things to worry about 
Buying clothes and losing weight 
Your lack of curiosity 
Is the key to our success 

Your lack of curiosity is the key to our success 
Hi Ho 
Hi Ho 
Hi Ho 
Life's so simple and happy 
When everything's clear.