Before they came I was an educated rebel:
I was livin’ the afterlife, honey, inside my bubble.
Before they came, well I thought they’d be somethin’ like a friend.

They told me to leave while they got it all ready,
but they can’t change the way I feel already.
As they called me inside, I just faded like the past.

They’re gonna casualize you!
They’re gonna demoralize you!
They’re gonna strip you and shame you!
Here they come again.

“That joke was really gay,” and everyone agreed.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch: it means nothin’ to me.
And don’t be a Jew, baby: you know these sayin’s don’t… don’t mean a thing.”

We need a crooked white man: someone to lead;
someone to sacrifice symbolically.
Nothing absolves you of guilt like a little oppression.

They’re gonna casualize you!
They’re gonna demoralize you!
They’re gonna strip you and shame you!
Does anybody gain?

They’ll feed your fears by the bowl-full;
inject your dreams with reprisal!
They’re gonna casualize you!
Now I wish they would;
yeah, I wish they would.