He sleeps
Like a corpse
He's not a dead man
And he's never loved

Red, white and blue
Are all torn and tattered
And often times splattered
In blood, sweat and goo

Wake up people, wake up sheeple
Wake up people, wake up

We, we the sheeple
We're really not people
Really not free

We all live in boxes
Work, die and pay taxes
So we can watch cable
And drive SUV's

Wake up people, wake up sheeple
Wake up people, wake up sheeple

No more car pools (wake up)
No more Big Macs
No more handguns (wake up)
No more Prozac
No more cocaine (wake up)
No more feng shui
No more Hollywood magazine interviews (wake up)
Ritalin, heroine, caffeine and exaltrine (wake up) (and his head was in the wrong place)
Blinded black box in a media smoke screen (wake up)
(and his head was in the wrong place)

His head was all over the wall
His head was all over the wall

Ritalin, heroine, caffeine and exaltrine
Ritalin, heroine, caffeine and exaltrine
Ritalin, heroine, caffeine and exaltrine