In order to fix what is broken
You must break what works
Give Charon his token
Social change near by lurks
To the butcher go the sheep
They do just what you say
Cut their throats while they sleep
Old bandits throw away
If the dog barks warning
Put a bullet in his brain
When the cock crows in the morning
Wash his blood down the drain
Inject them with fantasy
Fill them with fear
Smoke and mirrors, can\'t I see?
The end is growing near