I've gotten pretty sick Of all this politic We all seem to fight Over black and white Why doesn't anyone say That the world is mostly gray The real red pill is found In finding a middleground Nobody will ever hope For a slippery slope All we need is to release The idea of covering the slope with grease They say we'll suffer the communist That we're already suffering the capitalist I've got an idea for you It's that both are true When we think in such extremes We'll surely find the means To endless self destruction Away from equality's construction