A song of mad men, many bad men Sung to sad men, to remind or warn That trusting can be dangerous to you Because, sometimes, Goliath gets shorn. We have to pay attention to our heroes If they are zeroes we can be misled Thinking they were something good With nothing good inside their heads.
It’s amazing how many villains exist And are powerless to resist being bad; Who’ll rob you and cheat you, and love To really enjoy the pain you have had. They roam like packs of wolves prowl And will tear you up if they only could. So, it’s good to remain ever vigilant And not be the baby lost in the wood.
They’ve taken over our government Despite what the mad men have said And with their total lack of sentiment It’s like the night of the living dead. The people who could stop it did not. It happened quick, while we were asleep Now we’re stuck with what they’ve brought We fallen from the top of the moral heap.
So this is a sad song, of what once was And what it seems it’s soon to become. Many citizens were rebels without a cause And most of those were terminally dumb. They believed change would be good When we were doing especially well Now those deluded heads of solid wood Have created for us all a scary kind of hell.