Protest Song

Everybody sang along

Now they pan and scan

And edit out the everyman

Nothing matters, consensus scatters, it's all irrelevent now

A soul redemption, the Last Temptation

Goodbye, farewell, ciao


Oh yeah

Hit and Run

Everybody knows who won

If you're the chosen son

Then you won't even need a gun


The music died

The singer lied

The market lives

The chairmen hide

I have heard the sotto voce threats are coming true

Whilst disenfranchized franchize holders

Take it all from you


Oh yeah

Hit and Run

Everybody knows who won

If you're the chosen son

Then you don't even need a gun