Bruce's Diary

On the top floor, from my penthouse
 I survey what I rule
 High rises
 Thin curtains
 All lights go out by two
 No one ever sees me
 Yet I know all of you
 It's sort of like a small town
 When your whole lives are on my computer
 Ah... Ah...
 All the power, none of the stress
 So much better being hatchet man
 Than a henpecked attention-starved target
 Like the big man himself
 Our goal is perpetual economic victory
 We play with you to amuse ourselves
 Our motives are personal
 Our motives are political
 Our motives are sexual
 I know
 Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho
 The laws we make for others
 Don't apply to us
 We do what we want
 A lethargic population
 Is the key to our control
 Who'd rather watch someone's life on TV
 Than participate in their own
 Mentally they feel helpless
 Physically they just give up
 We priced the healthy food so high
 They can only buy soda pop
 A housebroken bee colony
 That goes home after 5
 Too burnt and glazed to threaten us
 With purpose in their lives
 Ah... Ah...
 Ha Ha Ha
 We drug their snacks at work
 Mix hormones in kids lunch at school
 Don't be a pill, it's good for you
 The men grow up muscular
 Short tempered and kinda dumb
 The women develop those outrageous curves
 The kind you only used to see
 In the movies and magazines
 We banned and rounded up for ourselves
 Hi-Ho
 Hi-Ho
 It's off to do our work you go
 We melt you with acid rain
 Keep you poor for economic gain
 Convince you your biggest threat
 Is drugs and terrorists
 They don't even have to be real
 Just find a face, make up a crime
 Run sensational headlines
 Works every time
 The people must not realize
 They are being manipulated
 For them to be manipulated effectively
 We give 'em things to worry about
 Buying clothes and losing weight
 Your lack of curiosity
 Is the key to our success
 Your lack of curiosity is the key to our success
 Hi Ho
 Hi Ho
 Hi Ho
 Life's so simple and happy
 When everything's clear