Whole worlds gone to fucking holy hell
Hermit crabs living in my God damn shell

Being bossed around by a bunch of livid liars
Hell bent on busting my bag with a fucking pair of pliers

Hungry for more power since they've got a little taste
They never let a God damn good crisis go to waste

More rules and regulations for the rules and regulations
All you zombies line up at your mind control stations

You have the right to remain silent
Until we tell you that it's violent
It's the land of the free
Until you dare to disagree

Simon said put a plastic bag over your head
It's kinda hard to complain when everyone is dead

We're working on a cure for your wicked disease
Until then you better get down on your God damn knees

Now don't strain yourself, we will tell you what to think
These orders come directly from the mouth of Colonel Klink

So do as i say, and not as I do
Trust us 'cause we know whats really best for you

No need to be so formal
It's the new abnormal
So open up the cage
And release all the rage