Step up and forfeit your frontal lobe
To the sexed-up stroll of celebrity
Never mind that the nanoseconds in between
Are some of the darkest darkness that you've ever seen
Keep your eye on my finger and listen to the sound of my voice

Get your subliminal decree and your false security
Be all that you can be, be all that you can be

In hospitals and schools, airports, and banks and bars
Big ones on street corners, little ones driving by in cars
And glowing through countless bedroom curtains at night
That thirty k tone and that pale blue light saying

Dad knows best, yes this is the news
And ninety second segments officially produced
And aired again, and again, and again
By the little black and white pawns of the network yes men
Well the stars are going out and the stripes are getting bent

And cancer the great teacher has been opening schools
Down stream from every factory still, everywhere fools
Are squinting into microscopes researching cells
Trying to figure out a way that we can all live in hell
Well step back, look up, you'll see I'm dimming the sun
But you won't will you? No, that's a good little one

Cause daddy knows best, yes this is the news
And ninety second segments officially produced
And aired again, and again, and again
By the little black and white pawns of the network yes men
Well the stars are going out and the stripes are getting bent
Yes the stars are going out and the stripes are getting bent

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Writer(s): ANI DIFRANCO