Nation of Finks
When I was young, I had one law
Be quiet about the things I saw
A kid who tells on another kid is a dead kid
It's a sad, sorry fucking day
Things have changed, it's another way
You have to watch what you say
Can't speak out, your phone is bugged
Can't fight back, they keep you drugged
Land of the free, that's what they think
Home of the slave, nation of finks
The walls have ears, the hills have eyes
A polygraph will show your lies
Get parole or lose your soul
Strong people of immoral sin
Don't let your better judgement win
Pick up the phone and turn them in
Surveillance of the fittest!
I don't need a reason to commit this treason
I don't need an excuse when my neck's in the noose
We will be at ease, let us live how we please
All we want to do is to stand tall and free
Now as a man, one rule for me
Be quiet about the things I see
A man who tells on another man is a dead man