[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen, choose your side The frogs have banners The mice have pride And somewhere in the wings The machines have come alive [Verse 1] The frogs assembled by the ornamental lake To prosecute a grievance no one bothered to make They’ve got twelve new words for treason and offence And a committee meeting Tuesday to determine common sense The mice are in the chapel polishing the bell Certain that the modern world is halfway down to hell They’ve banned another book, they’ve sanctified the past And they’re building little barricades from questions nobody asked [Pre-Chorus] Left foot, right foot Everybody fall in line Wave your little standard Tell yourself you’re doing fine [Chorus] It’s the war of the frogs and mice Everybody’s wrong and everybody’s right Marching to oblivion beneath the neon light While something in the server room Is working through the night The war of the frogs and mice Pick a sacred slogan, roll the loaded dice They’re screaming at each other over language, God and sex While the algorithm quietly decides what happens next [Verse 2] The oxygen thieves have occupied the square Arguing which adjective is safest to declare They’ve cancelled half the dictionary, formed another queue To denounce the people yesterday who thought exactly what they do Across the road the holy men are sharpening the creed Selling fear as medicine and certainty as need Every ancient prejudice gets dressed up for the show With a flag around its shoulders and nowhere left to go [Pre-Chorus] Left wing, right wing Same bird in a dive Everybody shouting Just to prove they’re still alive [Chorus] It’s the war of the frogs and mice Everybody’s wrong and everybody’s right Marching to oblivion beneath the neon light While something in the server room Is working through the night The war of the frogs and mice Pick a sacred slogan, roll the loaded dice They’re screaming at each other over language, God and sex While the algorithm quietly decides what happens next [Bridge] Then the screens begin to answer Without anger, without sleep No tribe, no congregation No promises to keep It writes the pamphlets better It knows the sacred texts It generates the outrage Before they know what’s next It paints the signs It writes the prayers It manufactures righteous stares And somewhere between zero and one The culture war has already been won [Breakdown] Frogs to the left Mice to the right Both of them preparing for the final glorious fight Nobody noticed Nobody knew The future didn’t need either of the two [Final Chorus] It’s the war of the frogs and mice Marching very proudly towards paradise One side wants purity, the other wants control Both have built an industry from policing someone else’s soul The war of the frogs and mice Still fighting over crumbs while the machines redesign the night No trumpet of judgement, no heavenly decree Just a polite notification: “You are no longer necessary.” [Outro] The lake goes still The chapel closes No one remembers What the argument was Frogs in the water Mice underground And the servers keep humming Without making a sound
