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 words They made you hate yourself So now you do your schtick, 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 til they had you in the bag They scared you blind then draped you in a flag Made you a man at Ft. Bragg You'll do good business as an apologist If you exaggerate their facts, if you perpetuate their myths They made activism trite They made honor optional They made propaganda news They made science radical They pulled your teeth til you smiled and agreed They slit you throat and buried you at sea All for the land of the free