Shakedown

Feela shakedown in the situation
Feel a shakedown in communication
Won't you hop on my wavelength
Hop on my wavelength
Go on & give it a little effort

Feel a breakdown in communication
Won't you tap out my rhythm
Go on, give it a little thought

You've placed your brain inside its cage
Left gaps for ventilation
You let in draughts now and then
You receive their information
You're happy to be brainwashed by their lies
Their meaningless morality
Presented to you under the guise of rationality

Immersed yourself in apathy
It's a pеrmanent shroud
Your future, it's up to fate
You drift along on thе same woolly cloud
Wake up shen it's too late
Then if God made Thatcher
Then who created Reagan?
Was it written in the stars?
After the plast we'll take tea in heaven
Que sera, que sera sera