The Earth it did crack open on the day
that I was born and a thousand merry
pranksters came dancin' through the storm.

I lay cradle bound a howlin' out my mind
not knowin' years [bad word] I'd be shoutin'
over din 

I sucked information through the holes in
my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my
mouth is always full. 

I am Antipop; [bad word] against the grain till
the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man
you cannot stop. 

As a young man, I plug into the tube, but
the stench of all that pretense I cannot
muddle through. 

I lay on my back and scan the radio all [bad word] out my speakers is a steady [bad word] flow. 

I suck information through the holes in my
skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth
is always full. 

I stood by watching and I seen [bad word] and go. I seen 'em make that million then
vanish in the snow. 
 [bad word] upon you like a pack of rabid
hounds as they slobber in your ears and
purge you with their sounds. 

Pushing misinformation through the holes in
my skull my belly gurgles nauseous and still
my mouth is full. 

I am Antipop; [bad word] against the grain till
the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man
you cannot stop.