Pimping For the Puppet Masters

Hey, I've always been ***** for the Men at the Top, It is something to which I can cheerfully cop. They're my Pharaohs and Saviors all rolled into One; I, like, pee in my pants when I see what They've done. Well, I'd committed my share of despicable crimes As reported back then in the Nueva York Times For my part in arranging Establishment's doom By concocting a way to make buildings go "Boom!" But I got a reprieve from the full forty years And secured a nice job filling students with fears Of the evil designs of their Capitalist dads And assuring they'll soon go the way of all fads. See, I studied the habits of parasites well In the time I had served in my bleak prison cell And I saw that the way to defeat my old Foe Was to work from within to take over the show. As I sit here and twist my moustache with great glee I can dream of the day when my minions and me Have corrupted the souls of the rest among you Who once loved so-called "liberty", "truth" and "virtue". So the Cancer long known as the Communist Cause Is entwining itself here in our country's laws We'll just take what we want from the ones who work hard And enjoy what they're pathetically striving to guard. You can cry and complain 'til you're blue in the face But we'll just say it's all on the basis of race. There's no way you can win, it's all useless, you know; You've grown weak, and your skills at debate really blow. Though you pray to your "god" for a last-minute save, It's your spawn who shall savagely stomp on your grave. They'll be taught that the Czar is the Way and the Word And the will to be "free" is completely absurd.