the stupid ones the violent ones they suck their thumbs and point their guns little boys with little choice they've got their hands on little toys their boxes tell them where to aim shoot anything they say to blame so we'll just pretend they're not here maybe they'll all disappear one day far away I'll make it reach out climb out right through it the simple minds that don't know why they're stuck inside the happy lives give them toys and give them choice they'll take it all like little boys and they will follow like a herd don't cut in line just wait your turn when we let go and don't care at all they'll all hide out inside their mall