For your heart they will mug you
For your soul they will trick you
Just things hard [bad word] by

Know this, the world's an evil machine
What you need is a ghost
But there's no friendly ghost

Roland, I feel you
It is mayhem out these days
I specialize in end times, too
Last night I dreamt I was flying the jet
Into the mothership
But then i woke up too soon

Hold tight, get a grip
The whole world is going to [bad word] 
The kids riot out in the streets
And Daddy ain't paying my rent no more

We hoped for salvation
And invented a device
But created a monster
And got killed by its hands
And in the air a sweet melody
It is a lullaby
An apocalypso beat

Hold tight, get a grip
The whole world is going to [bad word] 
The kids riot out in the streets
And baby ain't feeling the love no more

Hold tight, get a grip
The whole world is going to [bad word] 
Kids into this world
Yes, until no prick is in charge no more