There's A Banana In My Ear

You said "They hate us for our freedoms"

You said "There'll soon be less to hate"

You said "Keep your voices low" and

You said "Always trust the state"

"Keep your money in the markets, re-educate the nations youth"

"The papers wouldn't print what isn't true"

And so filters become layered

And so nothing can get through

And so all you hear are whispers

About the bullshit that we pull

No-one will name those to blame

For one hundred red hot years

And since no-one can listen

No-one hears

Guess that's why the college kids would rather tune out than tune in

Guess so, whatever, I don't know-its easier to join than win

How can it fucking matter when no-one knows what's true?

No-one can be blamed for what no-one ever knew

So cover up your tracks

Wash your hands free from their blood

No-one knows they hate us for what we've done