Testo Bruce's Diary

on the top floor, from my penthouse i survey what i rule high rises thin curtains all lights go out by two no one ever sees me yet i know all of you it's sort of like a small town when your whole lives are on my computer ah... ah... all the power, none of the stress so much better being hatchet man than a henpecked attention-starved target like the big man himself our goal is perpetual economic victory we play with you to amuse ourselves our motives are personal our motives are political our motives are sexual i know hi ho hi ho hi ho the laws we make for others don't apply to us we do what we want a lethargic population is the key to our control who'd rather watch someone's life on tv than participate in their own mentally they feel helpless physically they just give up we priced the healthy food so high they can only buy soda pop a house broken bee colony that goes home after 5 too burnt and glazed to threaten us with purpose in their lives ah... ah... ha ha ha we drug their snacks at work mix hormones in kids lunch at school don't be a pill, it's good for you the men grow up muscular short tempered and kinda dumb the women develop those outrageous curves the kind you only used to see in the movies and magazines we banned and rounded up for ourselves hi-ho hi-ho it's off to do our work you go we melt you with acid rain keep you poor for economic gain convince you your biggest threat is drugs and terrorists they don't even have to be real just find a face, make up a crime run sensational headlines works every time the people must not realize they are being manipulated for them to be manipulated effectively we give 'em things to worry about buying clothes and losing weight your lack of curiosity is the key to our success your lack of curiosity is the key to our success hi ho hi ho hi ho life's so simple and happy when everything's clear.