Random lost souls have asked me
"What's the future of rock'n'roll?"
I say "I don't know does it matter?"
This and that scene,
They sound all the same to me
Neither much worse nor much better
We're so f**ed these days
We don't know who to hate or who to praise
Yet we consider this our suffering and pain
When we're so privileged, a fact
We all forget about as
We go whining all over the place.
How we've laughed as they shoveled the ashes
Wrath hath soured
Blood and d**h, we will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours.
Look at those c*nts on MTV
With their cars, and cribs, and rings and sh**
Is that what being a celebrity means?
Look, boys and girls, here's BBC
See corpses, rapes, and amputees
What do you think now of the American dream?
And our soccer moms and dads
Who raised us brats on these TV ads
I know that they sleep at night
Their conscience is intact
They've convinced themselves of that
Giving money to Jesus f**ing H Christ
How they laughed as we shoveled the ashes
Of the twin towers
Blood and d**h, we will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours.