No need for confetti bombs
Or fallus symbols
To be obnoxious
Outrageous
But the sound will be very contagious
Like nuclear fall-out... radius
No need for bands with tight spandex
macho flex, high voices from larynx
Tight jockstraps stuffed with socks and walnuts to show 
But plain obscure high-tec

Junkie xl will tell
Junkie xl will tell
Junkie xl will tell... the future [bad word] [bad word] 
Junkie xl will tell
Junkie xl will tell
Junkie xl will tell... the future [bad word] [bad word] 

No slacker trendy attitudes
Or boys that [bad word] 
Or smokers of sez and weed
To be hardcore with fatigues
Let the perpetrator weep
That its the junkie beats that grim reap!
And shuffle the feet
But all to sleep
In front of their mtv screen sweep
Yes lost souls are in deep
In their trash-cash middle-class heap

Junkie xl will tell
Junkie xl will tell
Junkie xl will tell... the future [bad word] [bad word] 
Junkie xl will tell
Junkie xl will tell
Junkie xl will tell... the future [bad word] [bad word]