There are worse things than a crowd
And though to break away is frowned upon
It’s usually allowed
And if there’s anything to take away
From lessons you’ve been taught
It’s prob’ly that
You ought to do it
On your own
All alone
In a room or on the town
Doesn’t matter who’s around
Everyday’s a second chance
It’s still the same old song and
Dance . . .
Armageddon's coming soon
The sun will crash into the moon
But we will still have breakfast
They’ll hand the world to monkeys and dogs
Who’ll rip it apart like lincoln-logs
Makes you want to kill someone
Getting older, getting fatter
People asking what’s that matter
Smile and say godbless you
When you kill me everyday
The public and the private way
You gotta go sometime
You gotta go sometimes soon
Girlfriend, boyfriend
Husband and wife
Oh, what a horrible
Contemptible, miserable life
Imbeciles with alibis
Imbeciles that multiply
Searching for the answer
Billboards tell me where to go
Billboards for my favorite show
Syphilis and cancer
Syphilis and cancer
Hah-hahaha
Hah-hahaha
Hah-hahaha-ah-haha
Hah-hahaha
Hah-hahaha
Hah-hahaha-ah-haha