The always fooled, those kool-aid drinkers, with all this power in numbers to make a difference but what do they do? Alternate kneeling before their puppet masters, faces loaded with adoration, asking for selfies and reaching for a glass of the pineapple flavoured shit this time because they plan on imbibing every version errr flavor possible.
You nailed it, Thief. Including the song you attached.
Next? How about we see if Eddie Vedder wants to buy this poem from you so he can record it?
Your words are the hit, EV is just the frosting on the cake.