Lend Me a Crushed Ear

I've got so much hate I can no longer see
 The contempt that I feel for the supposedly free
 Marching together the intellectual slum
 Diluted and lobotomized by mass media scum
 String up the rich reign a storm on their castle
 The bourgeoisie are drowning and the class divide is a fossil
 Teaching never to ask questions
 You are fortune for the weak
 Grave digging plots for minimum wage
 My cracked lips are bleeding and we're begging for change
 Box office poison slipped into my cup
 Fledglings and failures for conjuring up
 I'll take my time
 With you
 There's nothing on my mind anymore
 There's nothing on my mind anymore
 We can change the moon
 We can change the moon
 We can change the moon
 We can change the moon