The Joke

Who are these? Your puppet-masters?
Oh boy, did I guess right?
Please won’t you get me out of here?
Just get me out of here tonight!
I don’t need another chain-link fence
That’s been painted picket white
Just to disguise all the barbed wire
That keeps us low and out of sight.

You’re so afraid of what’s been done
But look at you now, what you’ve become
You’re so afraid of what’s to come
But look at you now, shoestrings undone
and still you run
That looks like so much fun

Who are these? Your silent killers?
Oh boy, can I play too?
Please won’t you teach me how to fight
So I can be like you?
I don’t another useless lesson
In a morality long bereft
Just lead me out with gun in hand
With empty honor all that’s left

You’re so afraid of what’s been done
But look at you now, what you’ve become
You’re so afraid of what’s to come
But look at you now, shoestrings undone
and still you run
That used to looked like fun

Who are these? Your passive prayers?
Oh boy, can I play too?
Please won’t you teach me how to fight
So I can be like you?
In towers tall, with steeples taller
And pride that scratches God
But every time he scratches back
You shoot him ‘cause he’s odd

You’re so afraid of what’s been done
But look at you now, what you’ve become
You’re so afraid of what’s to come
But look at you now, shoestrings undone
and still you run
I guess it’s all for fun