Once there was a crackdown that made the quotas meet
Squeezed on through a vacuum tube that stood you on your feet
All the clocks stopped cold today and all the roads were closed,
So no one even noticed that the strangers wore new clothes
As you wait for your lobotomy in line
The cranky little clones wet at once and cry
But mommy says it's always better to obey,
And the tiny lights burn out more and more every day
The power rich were hung today, and all their subjects shot
So sixty-second saviors slipped a slug in every slot
Bullyragging sermonettes scorned the conquered creeps,
When everyone's applause dies down you'll stand upon your feet again