Lyrics:

What's up with what's going downIn every city, in every townCramping styles is the planThey've got us in the palm of
every handWhen we pretend that we're deadWhen we pretend that we're deadThey can't hear a word we've saidWhen we pretend
that we're deadTurn the tables with our unityThey neither moral nor majorityWake up and smell the coffeeOr just say no to
individualityWhen we pretend that we're deadWhen we pretend that we're deadThey can't hear a word we've saidWhen we preten
d that we're deadCome on, come on, come on come onWhen we pretend that we're deadWhen we pretend that we're deadThey can'
t hear a word we've saidWhen we pretend that we're dead