The shock turns to awe as we're watching the news,
When we're presented with two not dissimilar views
We must make up our minds to the one we will choose,
And we don't know that both will be lighting the fuse
Which leads straight across to the old middle east,
All the time waving a white banner of peace.
Killing all beneath a white banner of peace.

We see the lit fuse as it snakes on its way,
But we sit dumbfounded and with nothing to say,
No words for our brothers with their lives torn apart,
Because we're told it's not patriotic when we show them our hearts,
We don't see our families are becoming slaves,
And we cry, as our children join their frontline graves.
And we don't cry out, as our children join their frontline graves.

The Right bought the might and enlisted the Left,
And the Left sold what's right and intertwined with the rest,
The two turned into one when our backs were turned,
And the bonesmen danced as our freedom burned.

We sleep so healthy and we favour the rich
And we allow the wealthy to have fun with The Switch,
As they fill up our heads with all their diamonds and cars,
And their fame, and paying off some of time's scars
And while we're absorbing all these sense stimulations
They're putting a price on the souls of our nations.
They are imposing a price on the souls of our nations.

Our mouths heals shut as our eyes cry for more,
More contests and trivia than ever before,
Which all turn more important than the lives we once swore
Couldn't ever be lost but our heads start to feel sore
As recognition starts tapping hard on our brains:
And we realise this pain was all for our gain.
And we realise all the pain they feel is all for our gain.

The Right bought the might and enlisted the Left,
And the Left sold what's right and intertwined with the rest,
The two turned into one when our backs were turned,
And the bonesmen danced as our freedom burned.

Won't you please think for a moment, not of those who are close,
Or the ones who you think that you might miss the most,
Please start thinking of those you never knew,
Who work night and day to make clothes for you,
In conditions we could never believe to be true,
They're sweating away their whole lives, just for you.
Bleeding and sweating away their whole lives, just for you.

A child most likely did sew up our shoes,
And our jackets, and our jeans, and the t-shirts we choose,
A small child who could never have warm milk for bed,
And who never had sugarplums dance through her head,
But surely when there are just twenty-four to the day,
Is it really that wrong to make each hour pay?
Can it really be wrong to make each hour pay?

The Right bought the might and enlisted the Left,
And the Left sold what's right and intertwined with the rest,
The two turned into one when our backs were turned,
And the bonesmen danced as our freedom burned.

Now won't you think of women who work night and day,
Who are unable to dream of advancing their pay,
In chains all across our civilised world,
Helplessly watching what's about to unfurl,
How did this happen, why did we comply?
And when did we let all this bullshit slip by?
And when and how did I let all this bullshit slip by?

At exactly which point did we all cease to care,
And what twisted non-logic makes these things seem fair?
The paranoia chokes as we sit playing with buttons,
Waving flags, marching crosses, and encouraging the gluttons,
The red white and blue is tinting our eyes,
And guarding us from truth, like a Cerberus for lies.
Protecting us from truth, like a Cerberus for lies.

The Right bought the might and enlisted the Left,
And the Left sold what's right and intertwined with the rest,
The two turned into one when our backs were turned,
And the bonesmen danced as our freedom burned.