Run round in circles and chase their own tails
 But you can't really blame them for clutching at straws
 For weeding some truth in our morals and laws

 Some people say that revolution will descend
 On this madness end this confusion
 But we've all heard the privileged boast and preach
 And the promised land we want is still out of reach


 I once knew a man who wore self-righteousness
 Like a medal on his inflated chest
 He hated all people for breaking his rules
 Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools


 He lived like a king in his castle of stone
 And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home
 He knew all the right words and who to defend
 And would be with conviction the working mans friend


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 Contaminated minds play judge and jury too
 But contaminated minds are blind to truth
 Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice
 But not everybody has the luxury of choice