Missionaries up from the South
Have come to put words in our ignorant mouths

Big company muscles flex
And we're all pulled along by the seat of our kecks
Popstars to lead us to the promised land
Same rich bastards in command
All responsibility out of our hands
Just work for their party and cheer for their bands
Red banners angry lawyers keep checking on their bobs and tanners
Same old dances and five year plans
Will never bridge the gap between stars and