Lyrics

I am naked from the waist down
I am naked from the waist down
I'm staying inside
But I'm out on the town
I am naked from the waist down
Tyranny is over there
And London is open for business
Does the wife beater get a knighthood,
Just because he's your dad?
Is the biggest criminal gang in fact the government?
Your print media stooges
Seem superficially plausible
But they are naked from the waist down
Yes they are naked, Eric, from the waist down
Objective and balanced?
I like how that sounds
But they are naked from the waist down
Are we ranting our way to success,
From one perceived injustice to another?
Or are we just simply baby monkeys
Clinging to adopted wolf mothers?
Do we mean what we post?
Or is it all just striking a pose?
Tap tap tapping on my keyboard
I guess that I am posing right now
And so I'm naked from the waist down
Yes I am naked from the waist down
There's no substance to my so-called art
I'm just fooling around
I am naked from the waist down
Celebrity pawns
Celebrity porn
The politics of envy
The politics of scorn
Conducting most of my business from my gold plated toilet
It's quite the power move to exercise control
While I am sitting
While I am naked
From the waist down