Lyrics:

Hear the sounds of the heart
Beating like a war drum right from the start
We do our time every day
Working like slaves for the minimum wage
Yeah, that's as good as it gets
'Cause, for regular Joe, the stage was set
And right from the get-go, Joe
Was a kindred spirit to the typical blokes

Who candy-coated the best years of their lives
With the lies they told
Then they flocked like geese to the water hole

For their halo
Fit for popes and kings
What do they know?
I assume, many things
More than we know
So, wherever you go, wear the halo

From the land to the sea
You aspire to get a better halo than me
And so, you strive for the top
Of the company ladder, but the rungs never stop
Higher and higher you go, but never get it
For you, it's vital to show you don't sweat it
Now your proverbial crown awaits
I hope that it fits you; you can't take it with you

They candy-coated the best years of your life
With the lies they told
Then you flocked like sheep to the grassy knoll

For your halo
Fit for popes and kings
What do they know?
I assume, many things
More than we know
So, wherever you go, wear the halo
Huh!


They candy-coated the best years of your life
With the lies they told
Then you flocked like sheep to the grassy knoll

For your halo
Fit for popes and kings
What do they know?
I assume, many things
More than we know
So, wherever you go, wear the halo
Huh!

Hey, yo!
To the fascist elite, where's your halo?
To the punks on the street, show your halo!
So, when and if we meet, wear the halo!