We play them moving picture shows
To tranquilize their highs and lows
We keep them working, every little bee
For idle thoughts may disagree
We project every year, and invent a new fear
If you try to question us: you’re wrong
If you cry: we will soothe you with a song
We give them puppets to acclaim
They are a flock of fish for fame
We make green paper for our prey
And when they spend, they drift away
We project every year, and invent a new fear
We don’t mind if you dislike the song
But you will find it’s best to sing along:
(La la la la la, la la la la la la la)
They will not question or disagree
If they believe that they are free…
