Animal Farm

soul-house, house, gospel-influenced dance anthem

But then the "smart" ones started taking the lead,
Claiming they needed more "brain food" to succeed.
The pigs took the milk and the apples for their own,
While the rest of us worked until we hit the bone.
Every time we asked questions or felt a bit of doubt,
The dogs would growl and the "truth" would come out.
"Napoleon is always right," that was the new song,
Even when the vision started going completely wrong.

Slowly the wall with the rules began to change,
The words looking different, a bit subtle and strange.
"No animal shall sleep in a bed... with sheets,"
As the pigs moved inside and took over the seats.
"No animal shall drink... to excess,"
While they toasted their power and cleaned up the mess.
They turned our hero into a traitor and a ghost,
To keep us all scared of who we needed the most.

I saw the strongest among us, the one who never quit,
Get sold to the slaughterhouse when he wasn't "fit."
They told us it was a hospital, they told us a lie,
While they spent the blood money on a bottle of rye.
They stopped even pretending to be on our side,
With nowhere left for the "equality" to hide.
The whip was back in the hand, the fear was in the air,
And the "Four legs good" chant was no longer there.

I looked through the window of the farmhouse last night,
And I couldn't believe the darkness of the sight.
The pigs were at the table, drinking with the men,
Doing business deals over and over again.
They looked at the humans, and the humans looked back,
And you couldn't tell the difference in the fade to black.
The new rule on the wall is the only one left to see:
"Some are more equal than others."
That’s the end of the "free."

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The old man had a dream before he passed away, About a world where the workers didn’t have to obey. No more humans in charge, no more collars or whips, Just the ones doing the work running their own ships. So we kicked out the boss, changed the name on the gate, And wrote down the rules so there’d be no debate: "Four legs are good, two legs are bad," The best revolutionary dream we ever had. But then the "smart" ones started taking the lead, Claiming they needed more "brain food" to succeed. The pigs took the milk and the apples for their own, While the rest of us worked until we hit the bone. Every time we asked questions or felt a bit of doubt, The dogs would growl and the "truth" would come out. "Napoleon is always right," that was the new song, Even when the vision started going completely wrong. Slowly the wall with the rules began to change, The words looking different, a bit subtle and strange. "No animal shall sleep in a bed... with sheets," As the pigs moved inside and took over the seats. "No animal shall drink... to excess," While they toasted their power and cleaned up the mess. They turned our hero into a traitor and a ghost, To keep us all scared of who we needed the most. I saw the strongest among us, the one who never quit, Get sold to the slaughterhouse when he wasn't "fit." They told us it was a hospital, they told us a lie, While they spent the blood money on a bottle of rye. They stopped even pretending to be on our side, With nowhere left for the "equality" to hide. The whip was back in the hand, the fear was in the air, And the "Four legs good" chant was no longer there. I looked through the window of the farmhouse last night, And I couldn't believe the darkness of the sight. The pigs were at the table, drinking with the men, Doing business deals over and over again. They looked at the humans, and the humans looked back, And you couldn't tell the difference in the fade to black. The new rule on the wall is the only one left to see: "Some are more equal than others." That’s the end of the "free."

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