Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this Who owns the chains that bind your wrists Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer again Riddle me who built the machine That washed your brain
Like parents did before them Your parents did the same They said do your best, you must pass the test You must learn to play the game They scrimped and saved and suffered To send you off to school But if they'd had the cash They could've brought the class And a different set of rules
They taught a simple system Why they had and you had not They said know your place, you can't win the race Life's an auction you're the lot If you'd ever thought to question They would never answer you why When they buy your sweat, you are in their debt And they own you till you die
You took hook line and sinker Everything they fed Worked day and night, for most your life To earn their daily bread Now your old and weary And you lay you down to sleep With body worn and spirit torn What's left is yours to keep
