Here we are in the west. And our cars are glistenin'. The bear he roars in the east. But we ain't listenin'. . We won't play games in his backyard. But we let him build his wall.
Puppets in the dance are we or do we call the tune?. We're keeping up our ratings while we feed you wreck and ruin. Thespians of revolution, money in the bank.
The phone call was wrong. The IBMs have already gone. Talkin's too late. The future has ended now. Can't change our fate. . So sorry now. But that don't change a thing anyhow.