A rabid nation of gallant rogues and dopes
A derelict did the trick with the shit that he wrote
You're a leader with cheap stunts, citizen of the month
While delirious us will bear all of the brunt

The battle for the minds of men
A flurry of activity in the minds you bend
You're a cheater, cheap treater, a starving child eater
A fraudulent rapture is all that we capture

A calculation tells of mystics jailed
Your cover's been uncovered on a massive scale
Don't panic you glutton, we just pushed the button
A timeless concoction sold off in an auction

Preventive, pre-emptive, preternatural preeminence
Invented incentives in the face of all our evidence

Hey...gallant rouges and dopes...
Hey...you have all been appointed...
The Citizen of the month, not our saviors
Look who we've caught controlling behavior


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