DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE WHAT YOU ARE BREATHING IS AIR?

THOSE DRONES, ARE A FLYIN’ UP THERE, IN THE SKY, THERE IN THE WINDOW, WITH A TELESCOPE EYE, THE RIVER IT RACE, AND IT POPS, AND IT RUNS, LIKE A KNIFE IN THE NIGHT, OR THE FLASH OF A GUN
OLD BITTY SHE DROPS , AND SHE DRIPS, AND SHE DROOLS, LIKE THE SCATTER-BRAIN KIDS, ON MEDS THERE IN SCHOOL. AND THE JESTER, HE PLAYS, A SEPUCRAL BEAT
AS A LITTER OF SLAVES, LAY DOWN AT HIS FEET. MAN IN THE WOODS, WITH THE MACHETE, RUN BLOODY, CAMOFLAGE SUIT, ALONG WITH THE MONEY. NOW, THAT’S WHEN THE FOLKS, IN THE CIA MEET THE PRIVATE DICK, THAT STARES OUT AT THE SEA
AN’ THOSE DRONES, ARE A FLYIN’, UP THERE IN THE SKY THERE IN THE WINDOW, WITH A TELESCOPE EYE
SO HERE IS THE NEWS ,BROUGHT HERE, QUITE CLEAR; DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE, WHAT YOU’RE BREATHING IS AIR?
SO, THERES PRINCES ON HORSES, AND SHEIKS IN KUWAIT. WHERE DALITS AND COOLIES, ARE PAID FOR IN FREIGHT. HERE,THE GOVERNA’ CLAIMS, ALL THE THINGS, THAT YOU SAVE. WITH HALF OF YOUR PAY, DON’T THAT MAKE YOU A SLAVE?
WHILE YOU STRUGGLE AND TOIL, SACRIFICE, AND YOU SCRIMP. NO TIME FOR ALARM, OR SUICIDE OF THE SHRIMP
AND THE RIVER, IT RISE AND IT SURGE, AND IT COME. LIKE ARMIES IN LINE, ON TO BABYLON. BIN LADEN, IRAQ, IRAN, AND NOW, ISIS. THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS, WHEN YOU MANUFACTURE A CRISIS
AND THE RIVER, IT RISE AND IT SURGE, AND IT COME. LIKE ARMIES IN RAGE, ON TO BABYLON. AND THE RIVER, IT RISE AND IT SURGE, AND IT COME. LIKE ARMIES IN RAGE, ON TO BABYLON
BUT, TO ALL OF THESE THINGS, I SAY WITH A SHRUG ‘CAUSE I’M MADE OUT OF SUNSHINE, AND COVERED IN BUGS. YEA, MADE OUT OF SUNSHINE, AND COVERED IN BUGS
BUT, I ASK YOU AGAIN AND MAKE IT, QUITE CLEAR DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE, WHAT YOUR BREATHING IS AIR?