This way follow me, I’ll guide you into complacency Feed you your fill of middle class pleasures Plunder your soul of its intimate treasures
Too often we succumb to retailed mantras Too little do we allow ourselves to be And draw ourselves back into the web of same Too little do we allow ourselves to be.
This way follow me, you can allow yourself to feel When they pillage the mountains and poison the seas why aren’t we Bringing them to their knees, who will, who will if not we?
