You were calling out from the underground
You had lots of big ideas but no one can hear them now
They riddled you with guilt
They tempted you with wealth
They twisted all your word
They made you hate yourself
So now you do your shtick, a loyal patriot
And you toe the party line even though it makes you sick
They gave you talking points
They taught you double-speak
They forced you into war
By saying you were weak
They signed your checks, tip, they had you in the bag
They scared you blind then draped you in a flag
Made you a man, Ft. Bragg
You'll do good business as an apologist
If you exaggerate their facts, if you perpetuate their myth
They made activism trite
They made honor optional
They made propaganda news
They made science radical
They pulled your teeth, tip, you smiled and agreed
They slit your throat and buried you at sea
All for the land of the free