The Stepford Bands

Friendships are never real
Neither is the love you feel
Comradery doesn't exist
It's just a subtle flick of the limp wrist
People smile
At exactly the same time
Salutations as they leave the stage
And another set of people take their place
With the same face
With the same sound
To the same crowd

Here comе the bands
Here comе the bands

Well I've seen them come, and I've seen them go
When they shake your hands, then that's when you know
You'll be strangers again in a year or so

Here come the Stepford Bands to execute their plans
They have no brains, they have no scruples
Look in their eyes, they have no pupils
Here come the Stepford Bands to execute their plans
They have no brains, they have no scruples
Look in their eyes, they have no pupils
‎or scruples

If you stay too long, then that's what you'll become
You'll do anything to anyone
In a year or so, you'll be dead and gone
In a year or so, you'll be dead and gone