Just stay where you're kindly at
And gently nod along
Don't fuss over facts
About what's going on

All we need you to do
Is to do what we tell you to
Line by blurry item line
To our own brand of the truth

Until every wayward soul
Is under our complete control
Heart, body, feeble mind
Overtime, bought and sold

Just nod along
To kindly get along
In the spin from our end
You'll never know there's something wrong

We'll tell you that it's day
When clearly it is night
Back up what we have to say
With our own brand of half-truths and lies

After all
What have we got to lose
If you just nod along
And do exactly what we tell you to