Some people say they've got it all under control
I see lies in their eyes, we're all being controlled
Just doing what we're told
We push it up the hill - the nine to five reprise
Instead of building homes, we're building up our lies
A wicker man disguise
We are conditioned to be under submission
Don't speak too loud or else they'll put you in rendition
Oh decisions. I'm not like you... yet
Democracy's a front for capital gains
I shove votes down their throats
Results come back the same
They're bleaching our bloodstains
We are conditioned to be under submission
Don't speak too loud or else they'll put you in rendition
It's a classical condition
Just sign the dotted line, and you'll be fine
