Protest Song Everybody sang along Now they pan and scan And edit out the everyman Nothing matters, consensus scatters, it's all irrelevant now A soul redemption, the Last Temptation Goodbye, farewell, ciao Oh yeah Hit and Run Everybody knows who won If you're the chosen son Then you won't even need a gun The music died The singer lied The market lives The chairmen hide I have heard the sotto voce threats are coming true Whilst disenfranchised franchise holders Take it all from you Oh yeah Hit and Run Everybody knows who won If you're the chosen son Then you don't even need a gun