The Sensual Con

Hey there, my confident friend, isn't freedom funny?
 We can't help but notice you spend all your time and money
 Passing your panicky laws, pulling people under
 While happily snapping your jaws, and it makes us wonder
 Why you intrude on the lives of adults consenting
 When all your intolerant drives are what need preventing
 Sell out, compromise, hacking each human right down to size
 Trespass, intervene, shut your eyes to what you've never seen
 You hold your head high as the grand standard
 And judge their lives by how they've meandered
 Laugh as you lunge down from your high morals
 Wearing the proud crown of your cold laurels
 Sticking your ignorant nose where it isn't wanted
 Well, you and your need to impose carry on undaunted
 Desperate to sever the stem of your irritation
 Expending your breath to condemn an entire nation
 Self help suicide, stuff that society never tried
 Dictate what they do, soon it will all fall back onto you
 Strike with the slick twist of a sly viper
 Train down your long list like a mad sniper
 But when you take aim through the long ages
 You'll find your own name in the same pages
 You rage to wage and win the war on
 People on drugs
 Stacking the decks
 Behaving like a moron
 Pulling their plugs
 For having sex
 And things they choose to do in private
 Break down their doors
 What will you find?
 You never will survive it
 Winning the wars
 Losing your mind
 Done dealing with the decks you're stacking
 People will rise
 Your life descends
 And still you keep attacking
 Still you despise
 It never ends
 Raging and waging your wars, acting like a moron
 To bang up and break down the doors that you wage your war on
 Pulling the plugs on the things that they do in private
 You savor the silence it brings, but you won't survive it
 Dutifully dealing the blows from the decks you're stacking
 Creating your cages for those that you keep attacking
 Hey there, my confident friend, isn't freedom funny?
 We can't help but notice you spend all your time and money
 Passing your panicky laws, pulling people under
 While happily snapping your jaws, and it makes us wonder why