Status Quo

Say it out loud
You’re a puppet in their show
A white sheep in the crowd
Your scream is just a thought
Lives in your mind
But it’s nothing more
You pray for your gods
As they drag the wire and force the nod
You hold your breath
A fake footprint will be your end
Wake
And drag them down
Go
And get the crown
You’re the waste of a firm
You wanna move
But it’s not your turn
These fuckin' clowns
Will send you there
To the slaugtherhouse
You’re moving back and forth back and forth
Round.