Agenda - Galactic Cowboys

Can I refuse the things you choose

On a baseless truth?

Will your judgment always stand?

Can I make up my mind?

Or must I comply?

The hive has stated its demands

From where I sit

I just don’t fit

In the agenda

If you’re like me

Fight to be free

Of the agenda

It’s political, undeniable

We’re equally miserable

Denominate to lowest math

It’s unnatural

The individual

Bows to mob rule of the land

From where I sit

I just don’t fit

In the agenda

If you’re like me

Fight to be free

Of the agenda

Your plans unfold

And the future sold

Like the days of old

‘till your time comes to an end

(x2) From where I sit

I just don’t fit

In the agenda

If you’re like me

Fight to be free

Of the agenda