And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
It will spit and salivate on culture
It dictates and lactates
Then we grow up handcuffed and bound to the teat
I think if we chop off the head it grows back
Bigger than before, bigger than before
And we're stuck, stuck
We're stuck s**ing
And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
Where buying you attention is applauded
I've got a new way, got a new way to sell myself
And you're grasping with desperate affection
Don't bother getting past puberty, it just gets worse
The best you'll hope for is that you like the taste of boredom
We're stuck s**ing
And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
Where people shake unwashed hands
And smile politely for posterity
Because a smile's without consequence, a smile's without consequence
And is limited to the mouth it came from
Where the teeth are curtains for a lecherous tongue
A lecherous tongue
And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
The art of compliance is a new science
We're afraid to make the same mistakes as our fathers
Exact replicas, historical clones
We're afraid of getting cancer, there's the threat of being k**ed
We're afraid of those in power and afraid of the unsk**ed
We're stuck s**ing
And so now we're wrestling with the body politic