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 'til 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