We pick our sides
Choose our friends
With all the lies
Give ears to lend

Everyday finds
There's nothing new
Forced to like
Either Red or Blue

There's no room
To squeeze in-between
If you're feeling brave
In the need to be free

They're expecting you
To have no clue
When blending colors
Red and Blue

Finger to the wind
Head in the sand
Blows in the direction
Of ignorance

Bank on what they tell us
As if it were true
Buying what they sell us
Both Red and Blue