Appalled at the welfare Of the voiceless parties Just look at them marching And dancing for you all They're whipped to the back-bones They're hooked through the haunches By puppets and politics By sticks and stones Run from the white coats Run 'til your far away And dont worry It's not your fault Your running To forget it all For the plague dogs wasted For the dancing bears Nothing makes it right Drumming little monkeys' thousand mile stares Out to the woods and pastures The wrong side of sane Licking a wound from a cigarette butt Howling at the moon your covered in cuts, well Run from the white coats Your not gonna dance today And dont worry It's not your fault Your running To forget it all