You were born a child of privilege, and you’re living your legacy
as the son, of a son, of a man who began to believe
that in the New World Order, only the chosen run free
You’re still tight with fraternity brothers, they are still the partyin’ kind
So they string you along and when they need a favor
you’re the first person who comes to mind
but they don’t want to hear know opinion, you’ve figured that out on your own
so when orders are given, you are to follow, then sit in the dark all alone

And if you could run,   would you run away?
to hide from the lies that feel like the truth
or apologize for the way you’ve behaved
for when all else fails, you claim to be saved
not by the grace of God, but by the New World Order

You’ve met all the kings in their kingdoms,  and cater to their every need
as a center court jester, you offer diversion
to insure that their devious plans will succeed
These bankers and media moguls, and judges with lobbyist ties
are the handpicked sons of well-to-do fathers
who won’t let their self-absorbed principles die
So the dying is left to the peasants, commoners and soldiers who serve
and as long as your secret society prospers  we as outsiders get what we deserve

And if you could run, would you run away?
to hide from the lies that feel like the truth
or apologize for the way you’ve behaved
for when all else fails, you claim to be saved
not by the grace of God, but by the New World Order

As you juggle this ball of confusion, you smirk as if nobody knows
that the fortunate few who patronize you, design and enforce all the laws you impose
And one day you’ll beg for forgiveness, run to the council and say
I plan to confess to all of the oppressed, whose only mistake was to get in our way

If you could run, would you run away?
to hide from the lies that feel like the truth
or apologize for the way you’ve behaved
embracing the fact that you can only be saved
by the grace of God, who looks down with shame, on the New World Order
©  Paul Keating Maloney * Towering Pines Music