Random lost souls have asked me
"What's the future of rock'n'roll?"
I say "I don't know does it matter?"
They sound all the same to me
This and that scene,
Neither much worse nor much better We're so fucked these days
We don't know who to hate or who to praise
We all forget about as
Yet we consider this our suffering and pain
When we're so privileged, a fact
We go whinging all over the place. How we've laughed as they shoveled the ashes
Wrath hath soured
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours. With their cars, and cribs, and rings and shit
Look at those cunts on MTV
Look, boys and girls, here's BBC
Is that what being a celebrity means?
See corpses, rapes, and amputees What do you think now of the American dream?
I know that they sleep at night
And our soccer moms and dads
Their conscience is intact
Who raised us brats on these TV ads
They've convinced themselves of that
How they laughed as we shoveled the ashes
Giving money to Jesus Fucking H Christ Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
Of the twin towers
For this candy store of ours.
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