Mein Nike - Johnny Crashed

Here we go once again, familiar tales of mice and men
And war machines fueled by fear then propped up by everything we need to hear
Recycled leaders back again, doing now what they tried back then
If it seems like a bad dream we've had before, well stick around 'cuz there's so much more

So look what's marching down the street
Jackboot heals with a German beat
Same excuses, same straight lines
No swastikas, just corporate signs

I pledge allegiance to the flag, on second thought I take that back
I got more sense then to be revealed, as just one more sheep in this bloody field
I'd prefer to die in my sleep, where the ghosts don't lie whenever they speak
And the hell I see hidden in steam, is my own creation not some corporate dream