Functionalists Win, One-Nil

 
Religion is the opiate of the masses
Not much you can do
Think like the functionalists and be sedated too

Or dare to fight perhaps?
and be called a fool
Use what you learned in school and still be ridiculed

Follow the rules and turn a blind eye to corruption
Or be responsible for economic crippling and social disruption

Let books and solidarity be your fighting tool?
then face consequences of a simplified world
One cold and cruel

Karl my old boy this fight cant be won
functionalists have you beat
Score One to None

You see the ancient books of norms
The golden books of life
Have been circulating way too long poisoning our minds

Mr. Marxist talk as long as you want
Trust me there is no fight
The masses are cozy in their quarters sleeping away the night