Propagandhi - Adventures in Zoochosis lyrics
[Propagandhi - Adventures in Zoochosis lyrics]
I hold out for consensus
Give the masses the benefit of the doubt
Insist the democratic process
Will bear this population out
I think my only fear of death
Is that it may not be the end
That we may be eternal beings
And must do all of this again
Oh, please, lord, let no such thing be true
Though I suspect if I slink
Back to my enclosure
Safe and warm and adequately lit
Sufficiently plumbed and ventilated
Well, let's just say I would
Not shake a stick and if pressed, I'll admit
I'm ecstatic about the enrichment programs
Implemented to extend our captive lifespans
I'm excited to see what
Our keepers have planned
Perhaps a bigger cage, longer chains?
Some compelling, novel reasons to remain?
"Dad, are we gonna die?" Yes son
Both you and I but maybe not today
Boys, I've bowed to the keeper's
Whip for so damn long
I think the sad truth is this enclosure
Is where your old man belongs
But, you, your hearts are pure
When the operant conditioners come
To break you in
I'll sink my squandered teeth
You grab your little brother's hand
Run like the wind
And if I'm not there, don't look back
Just go
I don't give a fuck
About the enrichment programs
Implemented to extend our captive lifespans
Motherfucker gonna get a load of
What I got planned
Give the masses the benefit of the doubt
Insist the democratic process
Will bear this population out
I think my only fear of death
Is that it may not be the end
That we may be eternal beings
And must do all of this again
Oh, please, lord, let no such thing be true
Though I suspect if I slink
Back to my enclosure
Safe and warm and adequately lit
Sufficiently plumbed and ventilated
Well, let's just say I would
Not shake a stick and if pressed, I'll admit
I'm ecstatic about the enrichment programs
Implemented to extend our captive lifespans
I'm excited to see what
Our keepers have planned
Perhaps a bigger cage, longer chains?
Some compelling, novel reasons to remain?
"Dad, are we gonna die?" Yes son
Both you and I but maybe not today
Boys, I've bowed to the keeper's
Whip for so damn long
I think the sad truth is this enclosure
Is where your old man belongs
But, you, your hearts are pure
When the operant conditioners come
To break you in
I'll sink my squandered teeth
You grab your little brother's hand
Run like the wind
And if I'm not there, don't look back
Just go
I don't give a fuck
About the enrichment programs
Implemented to extend our captive lifespans
Motherfucker gonna get a load of
What I got planned