On the face of it On the face of it There is nothing to confront Just hypocrisy and inconsistency While we pretend that we are alone With our standards bared And no profits shared We should count our days numbered Get busy On the face of it On the face of it There is nothing to conceal Just conspiracy and atrocity While we contend with being all alone With our hardly earned and our bridges burned We can count our days numbered That's the tragedy of a strategy Of looking out for number one