Appalled at the welfare

Of the voiceless parties

Just look at them marching

And dancing for you all

They're whipped to the back-bones

They're hooked through the haunches

By puppets and politics

By sticks and stones

Run from the white coats

Run 'till your far away


And dont worry

It's not your fault

Your running

To forget it all


For the plague dogs wasted

For the dancing bears

Nothing makes it right

Drumming little monkeys' thousand mile stares

Out to the woods and pastures

The wrong side of sane

Licking a wound from a cigarette butt

Howling at the moon your covered in cuts, well


Run from the white coats

Your not gonna dance today


And dont worry

It's not your fault

Your running

To forget it all