"Kill your television."
Said the poet on the street
It's just mental anasthesia
And it's putting us to sleep
'Cause they copy what's been copied

But they're never going to lead
They're just frightened of their market share
They're just puppets to their greed
He said, "Someone's got to change it"
And the crowd all agreed

But even boots can change your saunter
Make a humble man walk tough
A fast car'll make you impatient
Like you can't go fast enough
They offered him a talk show
He said, "Ok, what do I do."

Well you get inside the system
And the system get in you
And when you think you've got the power
Look at who's got who

"Well I'll tell you what's wrong with the country"
Said the man with the big tattoo
"It's all these priveleged politicians
Ain't that right? Ain't that true?"
I said "Yeah, you're probably right, bud
And I'll tell you what, I'll vote for you
But when you move into the White House
Tell me, what are you gonna do?"He said "I'll mind my own damn business
Have a big old barbeque"

You think you pick up power
And use it like a tool
But who's plugged into what here
And who's getting fooled?

You think you've broke the system
The system broken you
When you think you've got the power
Look at who's got who