See the world through your own Hoffman Lens
With a whimper not a bang is how our operation ends
Speak your mind 'cause I guess its still your right
But no one's going to hear you, you don't own the rotton pipes
By the stroke of eight o'clock tomorrow morning
We'll all be living in a new third world
They wear a suit and a tie, but they're not your kind
They Live, They Live, They Live
Listless drones with no back bones at all
Fat and slack jawed we all go, they led us straight to the fall
They kept us numb and they kept us simple fools
He who has all of the gold gets to make all of the rules
By the stroke of eight o'clock tomorrow morning
We'll all be living in a new third world
They wear a suit and a tie, but they're not your kind
They Live, They Live, They Live
You should expect it, we sell out every day
The bottom line starts bottoming out
In a different light, you'll see they're not your kind
They Live, They Live They Live
See the world through your own Hoffman Lens
By the stroke of eight o'clock tomorrow morning
We'll all be living in a new third world
They wear a suit and a tie, but they're not your kind
They Live, They Live, They Live
You should expect it, we sell out every day
The bottom line starts bottoming out
In a different light, you'll see they're not your kind
They Live, They Live They Live