When will we rise in passion
Oh, what will bring the day
Could it be when the Leadership
Can tell us what to say?
Or will the barque of tyranny
At last begin to sink
That fateful day the Leadership
Can tell us what to think
(Just as they set the quota
On the ounces we can drink)
Or will their rise to power
Be forced to slow retreat
The moment that the Leadership
Can tell us what to eat
They say that they’re for choices
But we’ve lost the right to choose
The comments we can favorite
And the bags that we can use
The butter in our baked goods
Is in line for confiscation
They’re monit’ring our messages
And even our lactation
If we don’t stand tomorrow
I’m afraid it’s our own fault
We should have seen this coming
When they came to seize our salt
So will their codes and dictates
At last meet with repeal
The hour that the Leadership
Can tell us what to feel
I did it as a child
But now that I am old
I vow to tell the Leadership
I won’t do what I’m told
