He sleeps Like a corpse He's not a dead man And he's never loved Red, white and blue Are all torn and tattered And often times splattered In blood, sweat and goo Wake up people, wake up sheeple Wake up people, wake up We, we the sheeple We're really not people Really not free We all live in boxes Work, die and pay taxes So we can watch cable And drive SUV's Wake up people, wake up sheeple Wake up people, wake up sheeple No more car pools (wake up) No more Big Macs No more handguns (wake up) No more prozac No more cocaine (wake up) No more feng shui No more Hollywood magazine interviews (wake up) Ritalin, heroine, caffiene and exaltrine (wake up) (and his head was in the wrong place) Blinded black box in a media smoke screen (wake up) (And his head was in the wrong place) His head was all over the wall His head was all over the wall Ritalin, heroine, caffiene and exaltrine Ritalin, heroine, caffiene and exaltrine Ritalin, heroine, caffiene and exaltrine