Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man
Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man
Intense lyrics (by Peter Sinfield) in an intensely sweet song written (sung by a heavily distorted Greg Lake). The first track of seminal prog rock masterwork, In the Court of the Crimson King, the song was initially aimed at disgraced former vice president Spiro Agnew. But really, doesn't it work just as well today?
Rampant over-consumerism? Check.
A terrible, unending war? Check.
Untrustworthy politicians? Oh, Eliot, how could you? You were my hunk!
Honestly, when are things going to get better?
But what do you think?