"They've got nothing on you, babyyyy.
Nothing on you..."
Chao, conscious being.
Holidays are here...
They cannot force us to stop.
They can put us in costumes.
They can splat on useless makeup.
They can dress us up for the final rehearsal.
We will march away.
Through the jungles with our fancy suits and bow ties.
They'll see the dirt beneath our fingernails, and know where we've been.
Don't try to control other people's lives. We're not robots.
Give me something to believe in, cause I don't believe in you anymore, anymore...
"So this is goodbye."