Bruce's Diary Lyrics

on the top floor, from my penthouse i survey what i rule high rises thin curtains all lights go out by two no one ever sees me yet i know all of you it's sort of like a small town when your whole lives are on my computer ah... ah... all the power, none of the stress so much better being hatchet man than a henpecked attention-starved target like the big man himself our goal is perpetual economic victory we play with you to amuse ourselves our motives are personal our motives are political our motives are s**ual i know hi ho hi ho hi ho the laws we make for others don't apply to us we do what we want a lethargic population is the key to our control who'd rather watch someone's life on tv than participate in their own mentally they feel helpless physically they just give up we priced the healthy food so high they can only buy soda pop a house broken bee colony that goes home after 5 too burnt and glazed to threaten us with purpose in their lives ah... ah... ha ha ha we drug their snacks at work mix hormones in kids lunch at school don't be a pill, it's good for you the men grow up muscular short tempered and kinda dumb the women develop those outrageous curves the kind you only used to see in the movies and magazines we banned and rounded up for ourselves hi-ho hi-ho
it's off to do our work you go

we melt you with acid rain
keep you poor for economic gain
convince you your biggest threat
is drugs and terrorists
they don't even have to be real
find a face, make up a crime
run sensational headlines
works every time
the people must not realize
they are being manipulated
for them to be manipulated effectively

we give 'em things to worry about
buying clothes and losing weight
your lack of curiosity is the key to our success
your lack of curiosity is the key to our success
your lack of curiosity is the key to our success

hi ho hi ho
your lack of curiosity is the key
life's so simple and happy when everything's clear.