You see is chasing their illusion
 Take a dive or sink or swim
 But in the end
 You're in the same pollution
 In your world escape is swift
 The nonsense list
 Is all you need to know
 In the land of dreams
 You make the right connections
 Then you'll be the hero...
 Ecstasy...
 The cult of me provides
 Our institutions
 You can live forever
 Besides a grave that stands
 Where people used to function
 You can join
 The saviours of our culture
 Vultures circling
 Overhead my sky
 Like the sin of gluttony
 Won't set you free
 (But betty ford can help you try)

 You can get all the things
 You never needed
 You can sell people crap
 And make them eat it

 Where is our John Wayne
 Where is our sacred cowboys now?
 Where are the indians on the hill
 There's no indians left to kill

 People die with oxycen
 Andall their money
 Can afford a breath
 People starving everywhere
 And staring in the face of death
 Prostituties and politicans
 Laying in their beds together
 You can be the saviour
 Of the poor
 Making up the policies
 To open the back door