[ Featuring the Man ]
I've got something to say
But then who hasn't got an opinion kept for this rainy day
You got yours from the TV, Mines on a computer display
Yours is owned by the money, only thing the radio plays
Everything else stack 'em up and throw 'em away
So what's there to say today
Something we can all agree on, regardless of political sway
Coast to coast consensus, without any further delay
Do your own drum roll, count to 8 and take it away
The Man can't sing, 911 was an inside job ho ho
No the Man can't sing, 911 was an inside job ho ho
The Man can't sing, 911 was an inside job ho ho
Gonna shout all about it, doesn't matter squat if I can't sing
Ho 911 was an inside job ho ho
911 was an inside job ho ho
Oh yeah
Is it cliché
To sing like no ones listening cause nobody is anyway
Dancing my own ballet while everybody watches broadway
Man owns the airwaves and he ain't gonna give 'em away
To a point of view clearer than a Hemmingway
Friends float away
Boat leaves the island leaving you just like a castaway
Wrap me up tin foil for leading anybody astray
Someone is delusional, me or you believing hearsay
One thing we concur upon, roll the tape, and laugh away
The Man can't sing, 911 was an inside job ho ho
No the Man can't sing, 911 was an inside job ho ho
The Man can't sing, 911 was an inside job ho ho
Gonna shout all about it
Nine
Doesn't matter squat if I can't sing
Eleven
