If we give the horses blinders 

They won't see the approaching ledge 

Too much time and effort spent on just another bridge 



We trust the local doctor 

We trust the medicine 

Our child gets a scratch 

We give our child a brand new head 

We eat what's on our plate 

We drink what's in our cup 

We like the shiny tv screen 

It spits we lap it up 



And so they push this product 

And they know we'll buy it 

They sing a song 

We hum along 

We sing 

But we don't understand the words to the song 



And they fill our heads 

With sugar coated shit 

Cause there's no need to talk 

When we have medicine 



There's a pill for every fucked up thought 

And a cure for every fucked up child 



When the mind starts running 

Be sure it won't cross the finish line 

And if it wanders 

Bring it back and cage it for some time 

And if it stretches 

It will only one day rip 

To prevent excessive thought 

Just keep it up on the shelf 



And when the shelves are full 

And supplies are short 

And quickly running out 

You've got a thousand mindless zombies 

And terrified horses on your hands 



It was a damn good plan 

It was a damn good plan