Riddle Me

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this:

Who owns the chains that bind your wrists?

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer again:

Riddle me who built the machine that washed your brain?

Like parents did before them

Your parents did the same

They said: "Do your best, you must pass the test

You must learn to play the game."

They scrimped and saved and suffered

To send you off to school

But if they'd had the cash they could've bought the class

And a different set of rules

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this:

Who owns the chains that bind your wrists?

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer again:

Riddle me who built the machine that washed your brain?

They taught a simple system

Why they had and you had not

They said: "Know your place, you can't win the race

Life's an auction, you're the lot."

If you'd ever thought to question

They would never answer why

When they buy your sweat, your are in their debt

And they own you till you die

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this:

Who owns the chains that bind your wrists?

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer again:

Riddle me who built the machine that washed your brain?

You took hook line and sinker

Everything they fed

Worked day and night, for most your life

To earn their daily bread

Now you're old and weary

And you lay you down to sleep

With body worn and spirit torn

What's left is yours to keep

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this:

Who owns the chains that bind your wrists?

Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer again:

Riddle me who built the machine that washed your brain?