| Lick the hand of your master, dog boy Like you’ve done a thousand times before
 Your dignity can grovel down
 Just a little more
 Their plots go bad and it’s you they blame
 They know your number but not your name
 Exploiting you with their legalized hoods
 Saying bow to your knee ‘cause the boot on your neck
 is for the national good.
 
				They say don’t read Ayn Rand anymore,I can’t read Rothbard anymore.
 Don’t know von Mises anymore.
 
				Crony corporations have got control ofmoney, medicine, and media, too.
 Your education, sheep-brain
 is ours for molding you.
 So be a good drone, do as you’re told
 Youthful rebellion is getting old
 The petty notion of liberty
 Must yield to rulers vicious role
 for humanity.
 
				But I don’t live for all mankind.I live for what is me and mine.
 I never liked the tribal mind.
 
				One of these days I’m gonna stop my grovelin’Gonna raise my head up high.
 One of these days I’m going to raise up
 My glistening wings and fly.
 But that day will have to wait for a while
 Baby, I’m only a state trained child
 When I’m older things may change
 But for now this is the way they must remain
 
				I’ll just have to hope with Nock,That there’s a remnant in the flock.
 There's Roderick Long and Walter Block.
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