Pretend We're Dead

What’s up with what’s going down
In every city, in every town
Crampin' styles is the plan
They got us in the palm of every hand
(chorus)
When we pretend that we’re dead (x2)
They can’t hear a word we said
When we pretend that we’re dead
Turn the tables with our unity
They’re neither bold nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality
(chorus) x2
Dead (come on, come on.) x16