Music for, not from, New Orleans

You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

Graphics shamelessly stolen from Wally Conger, lyrics from Trent Reznor -- neither of whom necessarily endorse the message implied in this post.