We the Sheeple

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
no more Big Macs
no more handguns
no more prozac
no more cocaine
no more feng shui
no more Hollywood
magazine interviews
Ritalin, heroine, caffiene and exaltrine
Blinded black box in a media smoke screen

Wake Up Sheeple!

~Deaf Pedestrians