What can you say
But to say, we've been played
For the genuine fools we are

Guaranteed to follow through
In a trail of drool
Knuckles dragging on the floor

This Mob mentality
Is no great mystery
Just skipping along the beaten path

That for years we've been
Following
Not thinking one iota for ourselves

Whatever flavors made
Of the Kool-Aid
We gladly guzzle down

Then ask for seconds
To what they're handing
For us to happily pass around

The more the merrier
As things get scarier
But what else can we do

When time after time
We've moved the line
In this life where the Mob Rules