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 fucked these days
We don’t know who to hate or who to praise
Consider that suffering & pain
When we’re so privileged, a fact
We forget about as
We go whinging all over the place.

How they laugh as we shovel the ashes
Wrath has soured
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
Of this candy store of ours.

Look at those cunts on MTV
With cars, and cribs, and rings and shit
Is that what being a celebrity means?
Look, boys and girls, at 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 those TV ads
I know that they sleep at night
Their conscience is intact
They’ve convinced themselves of that
Giving money to Jesus Fucking H Christ

How they laugh as we shovel the ashes
Of the twin towers
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
Of this candy store of ours
Of this candy store of ours
Of this candy store of ours