Lookie young girls with your television eyes,
Fixated on nothing, telling despicable lies,
We play on your obsession with candy,
And you do what we want you to,
So play that guitar
And bring order to the stars,
Turn up your stereos and drive around in your cars,
And don't think [bad word] back home until you've never gone anywhere
 
Cause you are not sure if you are going up or down,
Expectations go out the window, when Mr. [bad word] to town!
 
Cause when you talk, nobody listens,
You shoot to kill, but you keep missing,
They got [bad word] round in circles, but it's hip to be square,
Tonight's special paranoia with a side of despair,
Oh-ho!
And one, and one, and one, and one, and one, I'm pretty sure, adds up to five,
Teenage alcoholics can be, oh, so entertaining when they drive
 
Yay!
 
Cause turning people into product is easy,
Turning idiots into stars is easier,
The robots and the [bad word] are gonna be the only survivors
 
Destroying the minds with the sights and the sounds,
And this is no time for [bad word] around,
You can't be sure if you are going up or down,
Expectations go out the window, when Mr. [bad word] to town,
When Mr. [bad word] to town!
 
You can't be sure if you are going up or down,
You can't be sure if you are going up or down,
You can't be sure if you are going up or down,
Expectations go out the window, when Mr. [bad word] to town!