Tiny Little Heads

Tiny little heads feed me pablum from the tube
You think I’m just an ordinary poker-playin’ rube
Convoluted nonsense flows from their tiny little brains
Yet ninety parts get sucked on a tiny little train.

But I don’t believe a word of it
No one profits secrets with me
You in the know have broken our trust
Rights will be victory.

Tiny little voices speak me riddles from a tomb
They’ll resonate an echo, send you back into the womb
Federal authority flows in the tiny little veins
Vanilla potatoes fall back on tiny little chains.

But I don’t believe a word of it
Your fastball won’t strike at me
A spell of darkness you cast upon us
Light will be victory.

Ah, what a world it really could be
If we all got along as one
But we’re not a race as pure and just
As we think now…

No, don’t believe a word of it
It seems you’ve shown your all to me
The golem screams lies from his pulpit
Silence will be Victory.

No, I don’t believe a word of it
It’s all a blank screen to me
Every deception will be revealed
Yes, truth will be Victory.

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