On the left side they’re red
On the right side they’re blue
Together they’re all prisoners
And they want you to be too

Holding your breath as you had real snake
Around your Goddamn neck, but it’s just another fake
Thing to simulate that your position is too high
Dead minds wear tie

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

They’re all addicted to that opium
They’ll try to make you do what they say
Like dope illusion, they guess they rule the world
Just can’t realise that they’re made to obey

Like ball and chain
Keeping you from your neck
They’ll suck up your mind
And then, there’s no turning back
They’ll be using a black one
When you finally die
Dead minds wear tie