It's A Good Life - Intruder

In our little town in Ohio, there’s a little boy who we all know

He makes us smile, he makes us glad, we think good thoughts, can’t make him mad

No cars, no lights, no rights to choose

He is our life, he makes the rules

We keep our thoughts as pure as the driven snow or to the cornfield we will go

— oh!

It’s a good life!

We cannot sing, he hates the sound

He reads our thoughts, than starts to frown

He makes it snow — it’s mid-July

We just smile as our crops die

How did it start, when will it end

How long can we all just pretend

Everything is perfect and serene

Is this for real or just a dream — scream!

It’s a good life!

He!

he’s the one, who’s undone, everything we have lived for, evermore,

slammed the door!

Why, are we weak, we must seek, a way to destroy all his lies, nullify,

he must die!

We all agree, it’s gone to long

His power grows, he’s much too strong

How can we move, we live in fear

He’ll find us out when we draw near

We need to act — we need a plan

He must never live to be a man

Think of all the things he then could do

Who’ll be the first to make the move — you?

It’s a good life!