Idle Sons - The Good Life lyrics

Children runaway from the torturistic ways

Children still resist from the powers that persist

Will you shut up and sit still

I think you should obey

Having very few rights we cannot communicate

Train my brain to work the way you want me to

Don’t question authority see

Be a little zombie that agrees with you

You are strapped with a double standard cup

In a battle you won’t win

And when it’s over we’re gonna dance your memory away

Sheltering will restrict your baby’s mind