There's something going on The guards have changed their uniforms We see Utopia turned into A claustrophobic nightmare Here is life defined by deadlines Killed by success Here is life defined by standards Imprisoned by progress We are all held captive By the dept on our credit cards What is left now is to celebrate The ghettos ready for free trade Explain your moral imperatives Explain your moral imperatives This is a time to clarify positions All the things you claim to defend Coming at us guns blazing, guns blazing And we are dodging bullets And we are And we are dodging bullets And we are dodging bullets And we are dodging bullets And we are dodging bullets Try to wash the blood from your hands Try to wash the blood from your hands