I hate fake people,
You can be fake for a second,
Fake for a minute,
Fake for a threepenny bit,
You can smile and wave,
Or grimace and behave,
You can act friendly,
While acknowledging plenty,
You can be easily led,
Hungry but never fed,
Or feast on a fine meal,
From a chef who steals,
You can float on cloud nine,
As onlookers decide,
That you are not worthy;
It's a logic that's topsy turvy,
You can be well behaved,
But this means you are enslaved,
You can try your best,
In a suicide vest,
You can miss the point,
And be a prince we'll anoint,
You can think only of you,
And forget all but a few,
You can grin and praise,
From a self-centred malaise,
Or take your life,
To make a point to a wife,
You can count the days,
And dismiss it as a phase,
Or disidentify from family,
Just to be friends with she,
You can care a lot,
About what the rat race does not,
Or care plenty,
For the tune of enemy sentry,
Or whistle in a park,
As fighting dog's bark,
Or disappear completely,
Just to prove you are free,
Become a rebel without a cause,
At a funeral with no applause