(Written by Brecht)    Originally performed by D.R.I.       No, there are no easy answers    To sum up the problems which we face    History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes    Just don't expect to make sense    Out of what you see    For I can tell you now that    Knowing is believing       So if you open your mind you might understand    You're the victim of a big time government scam    And though you may not be inclined to believe    The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive    You live in your little dream world    You're much too cool to care    I really have to warn you    I think it's only fair       They await the final hour    As happy as they are sick    Laughing so hysterically    At all those who they've tricked       Who an I to tell you who to believe in    When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?    How can I say to you, "You be free"    That would never bring about mass anarchy    Now, would it?       From sun up to sun down    Decisions make my head spin round    Make me drunk, sick and tired    Keep me up 'til I retire    And while I could be out barhopping    Meat market, rocker chick shopping    Out there, chasing my dick    In it's never ending search for chicks       But, I'd rather be sleeping    In my bed, crashed out    A slice of death, wrapped up    All in wool, passed out    Drunk, you stupid fool       In my bed, crashed out    A slice of death, wrapped up    All in wool, passed out    Drunk, you stupid fool       No more waking hassles    Weary of the daily battles    So on my bed, I lay curled    No more waking hassles    Weary of the daily battles    So on my bed, I lay curled    A "could be" man of the world       But, I'd rather be sleeping    In my bed, crashed out    A slice of death, wrapped up    All in wool, passed out    Drunk, you stupid fool       In my bed, crashed out    A slice of death, wrapped up    All in wool, passed out    Drunk, you stupid fool