So you say it's all about credentials What do you know about honor?
Surely you can overlook principle for some momentary incentive
These are the scales of justice, as long as they tip your way
But my face could never make the front page

I can hardly stomach it I can barely keep it down
What I'm supposed to fight for What I should be proud of
This ethnocentric falsehood A nation of backseat drivers
In a shot-out car named Ego, that takes me nowhere

Won't be ruled by the media, won't be ruled by cathode ray
Won't pass any judgement based on your hall of the story
And you claim no hypocrisy in the existence of a Papacy?
Where's the separation of church and state?

How am I free? Or am I free at all?

This blessed screen let's you know exactly where i am
Market my information I've been naked since birth