But the film is a saddening bore Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life

La, la, la, la La, la, laa (huh) This that him that's talking shit La, laa, la, laa Oh my god, Ronny Like a Quarter Pounder, I found her She with a boy think it's Ned Flanders She said that, really nice

Oh, your love is relentless I can't outrun it Just keeps comin' I toss and turn, I'm losing sleep Can't seem to make any sense of anything Just when I start awakening Till I'm tangled up, lost inside a maze I can't fight it There's no hiding

Is it just a mirage? We're all caught in a dream Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh All these Hollywood gods And everything that we've got It's all part of the scene, oh They said, "You can't wear Giamba Baby, you gotta pay."

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

I really wanna understand And every time I ask myself I just wanna understand Am I turning into someone else? We all get lost sometimes Now I just need to, I need to understand I really wanna understand oh who I am Am I asking all these questions for

I've been runnin' these streets, got me dehydrated I've been livin' so crazy, feel like I'm dyin', baby Blood in my eyes, I'm goin' blind, oh I'm dyin' so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze I'm

I'm a stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, oh And now I know You didn't expect me to go low Now you know From the top to bottom, now that I got you You didn't expect me to just Turn you 'round, spread it out, and put it down I bet he can't do it like me

Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots And

The dream is over God is a concept By which we measure I'll say it again I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-Ching I don't believe in Bible I don't believe in tarot