Well how he got this way, nobody knows
He should have read more books instead of thumbing his nose
It's a lot like the king, the Emperor's New Clothes
Oh no, oh no
He reminds me of somebody I've seen before
A scared little boy in the dark on the floor
I don't think he read 1984
I've seen it before
It's not about me
It's all about we
It's not about them
It's not about us
It's all about the Power and the Trust
And he can call out the Army and the National Guard
But I really don't think it should be that hard
Cause good ideas are held in high regard
And it's not that hard
I wonder what he did in his sophomore year
Did he have any fun? Did he drink any beer?
Did he make any friends or just live in fear?
His sophomore year
It's not about me
It's all about we
It's not about them
It's not about us
It's all about the Power and the Trust
The common man is under his command...
Maybe his Little League team never won
Maybe he stared too long at the sun
He never read Fahrenheit 451
Read none. Read none.
What did he like can he remember still?
Did he listen to music, did it give him a thrill?
Cause he never heard Baez sing "Joe Hill"
Remember still
It's not about me
It's all about we
It's not about them
It's not about us
It's all about the Power and the Trust
It's not about me
It's all about we
It's not about them
It's not about us
It's all about the Power and the Trust
