We agree that the best were done at Stanford
Mischel, Zimbardo and Milgram
The gate at the bottom of the garden
And when we get to it
It’s all comes back to the marshmallows
Would you eat yours?
And I say it all comes down to obedience
Which voice in your head would you listen to?
And we plan our revolution then and there
But because the gate is locked
And the sun is setting
we end up
tracing our footsteps
back up the garden path