Bill Bonney Regrets Lyrics by Celibate Rifles

Meanwhile at the process plant, there's a process goin' on
Negation and sterility, patient disability
Reconstituting you and me, a reflection of himself

While at the house of learning, inside those hallowed halls
Students in the old schoolyard, get marks for workin' very hard
Just like in the prison yard, and uniforms are free

And in the factory of lunacy, the wheels are grinding on
And things are looking pretty grim, they sing a cacophonic hymn
And medicate the soul within, to neutralize the passion

The headline is screaming, corruption in the force
Well they took that money and killed a man, selling junk inside the can
Cops and crim's walk hand-in-hand, and it's called free enterprise

Then we come home at 5 'o' clock, and turn the TV on
And the news is what we want to hear, electric magic diarrhoea
Touch a thousand nameless fears, in the comfort of your home

Underneath the big top, it is, election time again
They laugh and damn us all to hell, find an issue they can sell
They're not good, they just hide well, and it's called democracy

[Thanks to iancranch for adding these lyrics]