Teksty: Ani Difranco. Reprieve. Decree.

Step up and forfeit
Your frontal lobe
To the sexed up strobe
Of celebrity

Never mind that
The nanoseconds in between
Are some of the darkest darkness
You've ever seen

Keep your eye on my finger
And listen to the sound of my voice
Get your subliminal decree
And your false security

Be all that you can be
Be all that you can be

In hospitals and schools
Airports and banks and bars
Big ones on street corners
Little ones driving by in cars

And glowing through countless
Bedroom curtains at night
That 20k tone
And that pale blue light

Saying, Daddy knows best
Yes, this is the news
In 90 second segments
Officially produced

And aired again
And again and again
By the little black and white pawns
Of the network 'Yes' men

While the stars are going out
And the stripes are getting bent

And cancer, the great teacher
Has been opening schools
Downstream from every factory
Still, everywhere fools

Are squinting into microscopes
Researching cells
Trying to figure out a way
We can all live in hell

Well, step back, look up
You'll see I'm dimming the sun
But you won't, will you?
No, that's a good little one

'Cuz Daddy knows best
Yeah, this is the news
In 90 second segments
Officially produced

And aired again
And again and again
By the little black and white pawns
Of the network 'Yes' men

While the stars are going out
And the stripes are getting bent
The stars are going out
And the stripes are getting bent