Appalled at the welfarenOf the voiceless partiesnJust look at them marchingnAnd dancing for you allnThey're whipped to the back-bonesnThey're hooked through the haunchesnBy puppets and politicsnBy sticks and stonesnRun from the white coatsnRun 'till you're far awaynnAnd don't worrynIt's not your faultnYou're runningnTo forget it allnnFor the plague dogs wastednFor the dancing bearsnNothing makes it rightnDrumming little monkeys' thousand mile staresnOut to the woods and pasturesnThe wrong side of sanenLicking a wound from a cigarette buttnHowling at the moon you're covered in cuts, wellnnRun from the white coatsnYou're not gonna dance todaynnAnd don't worrynIt's not your faultnYou're runningnTo forget it allnnAppalled at the welfaren(To forget it all)nOf the voiceless partiesn(To forget it all)