You dance to the music
They are the deejays
Groove to their every beat
Like monkeys in a cage
You complain
They change the song
You groove to the beat
Like there’s nothing wrong
Open your eye
Things are out of tune
It’s not hard to realize
Realize it soon
Things go boom boom boom
They send you to a room room room
Just as everyone else was instructed
Just say hmmm hmmm hmmm
No masters of fate
You don’t need to tango
‘Coz they don’t listen
You don’t need to mambo
It’s mind control
Holding you hostage
Wake your soul
Show your rage
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