And so now we're wrestling with the body politic It will spit and salivate on culture It dictates and lactates Then we grow up handcuffed and bound to the teat I think if we chop off the head it grows back Bigger than before, bigger than before And we're stuck, stuck We're stuck sucking
And so now we're wrestling with the body politic Where buying you attention is applauded I've got a new way, got a new way to sell myself And you're grasping with desperate affection Don't bother getting past puberty, it just gets worse The best you'll hope for is that you like the taste of boredom We're stuck sucking
And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
And so now we're wrestling with the body politic Where people shake unwashed hands And smile politely for posterity Because a smile's without consequence, a smile's without consequence And is limited to the mouth it came from Where the teeth are curtains for a lecherous tongue A lecherous tongue
And so now we're wrestling with the body politic The art of compliance is a new science We're afraid to make the same mistakes as our fathers Exact replicas, historical clones We're afraid of getting cancer, there's the threat of being killed We're afraid of those in power and afraid of the unskilled We're stuck sucking