Wheezing a somber note
I’ve heard all the old stories and all the old lies
Euphony of simple logic the poetic bile
Sated from looking beyond the obviousInformation in profuse
Contradictions we’re confused
We think we’ve overcome
That we are no longer the gullible crowd
Now we are disarmed by lingo a liberal smile
When we see we’re mistaken we run to the other side
The façade will entreat
The knife tastes so sweet
We train our vision to see oblique
Both sides of the issue are just a repeat
The journalist brags of the gift of free speech
But the muckrakers inveigle us into objectivity
Oh they’ve got us way off of the course
Any movement just increases the force
Cajoled into a feeling of choice
Patriotism just a catch word for abhor
She’s really got me, got me with her smile
You really got me, got me with your smile