Smoke And Mirrors (The Receiving End of Sirens)

The wolves wear the wool Of the sheep the have fooled And preach their code of conduct: "You've gotta push that, push that product" We'll live in fear, for coats they may sheer The fleecing of a fleeting flock You may have my wool You may have my locks But my voice you have not My voice you have not We're sitting ducks, with feathers plucked You hide your fangs so cleverly dear You sing your songs so prettily I'll never fall for the Hook line and sinker Your smoke and mirrors I wont ever take the bait I'll never fall for those Formats and figures Your greedy fingers Won't ever get their hands on me Hey boy, you best look out "Ooh, we'll have you." Pay mind to those greedy people climbers They're licking their lips at you They'll crush and they'll claw Their way to the top Your legs are just ladders to them Your head's just another step man On you like a rash On you like a rash I'll never fall for the Hook line and sinker Your smoke and mirrors I wont ever take the bait I'll never fall for those Formats and figures Your greedy fingers Won't ever get their hands on me Even though you hide your fangs so cleverly dear You sing you songs so prettily dear Your most gentle call Your most soothing song won't lead this sheep astray All these suits with big black lives Can't put me on the company's dime I won't be bought No I won't be sold All these greasy palms and greedy hands All my supply all your demand I'm not you whore And I won't be your Babylon