Circles

Once there was a crackdown that made the quotas meet
Squeezed on through a vacuum tube that stood you on your feet
All the clocks stopped cold today, and all the roads were closed
So no one even noticed that the strangers wore new clothes

As you wait for your lobotomy in line
The cranky little clones all wet at once and cry
But Mommy says it's always better to obey
And the tiny lights burn out more and more every day

The power rich were hung today and all their subjects shot
So sixty-second saviors slipped a slug in every slot
Bully-ragging sermonettes scorned the conquered creeps
When everyone's applause dies down, you'll stand upon your feet again

As you wait for your lobotomy in line
The cranky little clones all wet at once and cry
But Mommy says it's always better to obey
And the tiny lights burn out more and more every day

Every day
(Every day)
Every day
(Every day)
Every day

All day
Always

Every day, all day, always
Oh yeah