Yes he knew
The thoughts they were thinking
Too busy drinking
To give a shit
Strangers disappeared
Under cover of darkness
Joey never noticed
His place in it
Please join us
At the show tonight
That's your name
On the list tonight
They call it rhetoric
And don't wait for answers
Moving the goalposts
Then taking the Hill
We live transfixed
Insulated amusement
They made an app for that
And made you a pill
Pull your pants up
And get on the train, boy
Move along
I won't tell you again
Please join us
At the show tonight
You're our guest
On the list tonight
Now's the time
For reckless abandon
Trip the switch
In the depths of your minds
Heed the warnings
Of Burroughs and Orwell
Propaganda feeds itself
On everything it finds
Please, please, please, please...
Please join us
At the show tonight
You'll be
On their list tonight
This is the Church
Of Immaculate Deception
On your knees now
And don't it feel good?
Doing the work
Of social exclusion
Worked exactly
As they hoped that it would
Turn around
Shake hands with your neighbor
He looks like you
'Cos they told him he should
Say a little prayer
For the sake of the children
Stained glass windows
The color of blood
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