Decree - Ani DiFranco

Step up and forfeit your frontal lobe

To the sexed up strobe of celebrity

Never mind that the nanoseconds in between

Are some of the darkest darkness you’ve ever seen

Keep your eye on my finger

And listen to the sound of my voice

Get your subliminal decree and your false security

Be all that you can be

Be all that you can be

In hospitals and schools

Airports and banks and bars

Big ones on street corners

Little ones driving by in cars

Glowing through countless

Bedroom curtains at night

That 20k tone

And that pale blue light

Saying

Daddy knows best

Yes, this is the news

In 90-second segments

Officially produced

And aired again and again and again

By the little black and white pawns

Of the network yes men

While the stars are going out

And the stripes are getting bent

Cancer, the great teacher

Has been opening schools

Downstream from every factory

Still, everywhere fools

Are squinting into microscopes

Researching cells

Trying to figure out a way

We can all live in hell

Well

Step back

Look up

You’ll see i’m dimming the sun

But you won’t, will you?

No, that’s a good little one

Cuz daddy knows best

Yes, this is the news

In 90-second segments

Officially produced

And aired again and again and again

By the little black and white pawns

Of the network yes men

While the stars are going out

And the stripes are getting bent

The stars are going out

And the stripes are getting bent