Hey, Corporate Rule

Hey, corporate rule,
That's all they ever taught us back in school
Well, there's mathematics for my taxes,
And history is grinding axes
Science is soulless, even art is controlled,
Lest the people get a taste of some real freedom
I just wanna chill and hear the sound of my own breathing
Yea!! Freedom!! Come on, Freedom!!
What's the meaning of this thing that we call freedom?
Is it freedom to buy the new product line?
Or is it freedom to rally out and speak my mind
On November 30, 1999,
I think the people got a taste of some real freedom
The whole world was shaking and Seattle was quaking
And the people got a taste of some real freedom
Yea!! Freedom!! Come on, Freedom!!
Yea!! Freedom!! Come on, Freedom!!
Our minds are trained by ads and shows
The food is all chemicals and old horse bones
Our brains are all dead, hungry or overfed
I think it's time we leave the mall and get some fresh air
Addicted zombies in there looking with a blank stare
Yea!! Freedom!! Come on, Freedom!!
Yea!! Freedom!! Come on, Freedom!!



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Writer(s): Diane Patterson
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