You may feel you have a voice
Even think you have a choice
But we will tell you what to say
And if you don't behave, take it all away

We will tell you who to hate
For your own good for goodness sake
Don't give an inch, don't compromise
We'll spread our truth made up of lies

You'll have a choice of who to vote
But we'll only give you one of those
We're so good you'll think you thought
All of this out on your own

We'll change your minds how we decide
How close to set the battle lines
We'll have you cussing family, friends
Not trusting a single one of them

You'll love it here in Zombieland
Working for pennies, pounding sand
We'll wave the carrot on a stick
Have you constantly reaching out for it

Where you may think you have a choice
Even feel you have a voice
But crazy is as crazy does
And you will never be rid of us