And so the artist screams into an empty cup
He says that you're a soulless bunch
But you could still wake up!

And the capitalist says he's born to be free
He says, You're poor, my friends
But you don't have to be!

Here's what we know
We don't know what we got or if we got it
And what we had, we already forgot it
The race is evidently to the bottom
We don't, we don't, we don't know what to say
I don't know what to say

And the thumpers preach both love and hate
They say, you're naughty filth
But you could still be saved!

And the people wait for the bell to ring
They say, ee need a song
We need a song to sing!

Here's what we know
We don't know what we got or if we got it
And what we had, we already forgot it
The race is evidently to the bottom
We don't, we don't, we don't know what to say

Don't know what it was but we want it back
Like every generation will repeat the last
Put a halo on a figurehead or photograph
Resist a little bit, and then become the man
Dreaming of a simpler time, it occurs to me
That the past is hypothetical fantasy
And nostalgia just ain't what it used to be...

Here's what we know
We don't know what we got or if we got it
And what we had, we already forgot it
The race is evidently to the bottom
We don't, we don't, we don't know what to say

I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say