Conditioned

Never thought that you were conditioned
Never thought that you could be sold
Or controlled.

Well, I'm the TV being on in the background
The girl who used to like you in school.

I'm the one who's making you feel like
You are nobody's fool
But you live by my rules.

So if heaven is a place for thee
Then it's all me!

I'm the kid who's laughing at your complexion
I'm every Bob and Steve and Diane
I'm promotion plan
(You are?)
Oh, yeah!

I'm the dirty cash in every election
The winners writing your history
Nudging you just ever so slightly.

I am spoof, spam and spin
And you're letting me right in.

So if heaven is awaiting thee
Then sweet Jesus the Lord
Will be holding thee
Then I'm him!

And if you reject me
And fight to remain free
And try to keep your own
You'll find a life of misery
Oh, but if you embrace me
And oppose the fighting few
And make my needs your own
You will be just fine
'Cause I will be holding you
I will be holding you
I will be holding you.