See the world through your own Hoffman Lens With a whimper not a bang is how our operation ends Speak your mind 'cause I guess its still your right But no one's going to hear you, you don't own the rotton pipes By the stroke of eight o'clock tomorrow morning We'll all be living in a new third world They wear a suit and a tie, but they're not your kind They Live, They Live, They Live Listless drones with no back bones at all Fat and slack jawed we all go, they led us straight to the fall They kept us numb and they kept us simple fools He who has all of the gold gets to make all of the rules By the stroke of eight o'clock tomorrow morning We'll all be living in a new third world They wear a suit and a tie, but they're not your kind They Live, They Live, They Live You should expect it, we sell out every day The bottom line starts bottoming out In a different light, you'll see they're not your kind They Live, They Live They Live See the world through your own Hoffman Lens By the stroke of eight o'clock tomorrow morning We'll all be living in a new third world They wear a suit and a tie, but they're not your kind They Live, They Live, They Live You should expect it, we sell out every day The bottom line starts bottoming out In a different light, you'll see they're not your kind They Live, They Live They Live