Lyrics

Freedom is a choice, they're trying to adapt me The American way, it's all done to distract me The real people in this world, don't hear what we say They step on your hands every day I read the world on my TV Tom Snyder doesn't mean shit to me Justice is a whip that silently ignores Will it take rebellion to even out the score? Everything seems to fit in to place What a poor excuse for the human race When will you open your eyes? You're grey, you're old, you're outta style Regis Philbin has you beaten by a mile Reagan's our Führer, we need someone newer Reagan's our Führer, we need someone newer Reagan's our Führer, we need someone newer Reagan's our Führer, we need someone newer Reagan's our Führer, we need someone newer Reagan's our Führer, we need someone newer Reagan's our Führer, we need someone newer If I had my way, I'd hang him on a skewer