Actors and spectators

I want a girl just like the one I see on the cover of the magazine. Do you know what I mean? Hey, hey, when I say... baby I'm so bored I can hardly breathe. Do you know what I mean? Fast lane, champagne, fast cars and caviar. Ain't it a shame we don't all grow up to be movie stars. I want a world just like the one I see everyday on the TV screen. Do you know what I mean? Hey, hey, when I say... baby, I'm so bored I can hardly breathe. Do you know what I mean?

Always on

Too much is never enough. Super-size, my eyes like satellites. The say live faster. The say die harder. I've got my TV on channel zero all night long. My volume knob's turned up to eleven... 4, 5, 6... 24/7. Everybody wants a redder red, blacker blues, and deader deads. Everybody wants a broken heart yeah, yeah. Fill me to the top and baby don't stop. I want sixty jolts per minute. More volts, gimme lightning bolts. I want my radio to blast that static all night long. My volume knob's turned up to eleven... 4, 5, 6... 24/7. Excess, access always on. Excess, access all night long.

Every great western

They say every great western has it's cowboy. The say every cowboy has his gun. Wouldn't you know, another showdown going down at sunrise. There go those boys with their toys of mass-destruction. Hey! Won't you say... lay down your guns? Hey! Can you see... peace signs with crosshairs in our eyes? I hear good guys always dress in white. I hear might makes right so who wants to fight? White doves love the smell of smoking guns. Peace signs with crosshairs in our eyes. White doves love the smell of smoking guns. Peace signs in our eyes. White doves love the smell of smoking guns.

Freedom vs the perception of necessity

This freedom rings, it stings my skin like the chill of a sinner. This freedom rings, it stings my skin, just like the chill... A lot of people are seeing red. A lot of people are feeling blue. A lot of white guys in suits and ties write checks and break necks. Here we go again... Spend money to save our souls. My credit card so hard like the wrath of God. Spend money to save our souls. My credit card so hard... A lot of people are seeing red. A lot of people are feeling blue. A lot of white guys in suits and ties write checks and break necks.

Generation vexed

Generation X. A generation vexed, we can't remember why or what for. We used to be so beautiful... so filled with rage, smashing up the whole place. Now we're headed downhill so fast... picking up speed, we can't even see that we're running on empty. Empty pockets, empty souls... so what you gonna do? What you gonna do when it ain't cool to be a loser no more? Generation X. A generation vexed, they stole the soul and sold it back as an aesthetic. And we're feeling like deja vu, and it's pathetic that we're blaming you. Now we're headed downhill so fast... picking up speed, we can't even see that we're running on empty. Empty pockets, empty souls... so what you gonna do? What you gonna do when it ain't cool to be a loser no more?

Gotta get outta here

And you know that we're out of control. And you know that we can't take anymore, so let's go. Yo girl we gotta get outta here. Hey baby, do you remember the days when we used to hold hands? And everything seemed okay, running through the streets at night, alright, oh yeah. Hey baby, do you remember the times when everything seemed fine? Running round town with our fists in the air, smashing out windows 'cause we don't care. And you know that we're out of control. And you know that we can't take anymore, so let's go. Yo girl, we gotta get outta here. Hey baby, come on. Yo girl, we're gonna lose control. Hey baby, come on... let's go. Hey baby, do you remember when they used to say "god damn." Pointing their fingers as we walked by... pointing their fingers but that's alright. Hey baby, do you remember when you used to say "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Times change, but I say things around here are much the same.

Matchbox poets

On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today. With a bottle of kerosene, I toast to the bourgeoisie. Tonight, they say everything's gonna be okay. Tonight, they say, everything's gonna be alright... yeah right. Not-so-silent weapons for not-so-quiet wars. Still feels like I'm on trial. Still got my name on file. I carve notes like votes on a cinderblock. Matchbook poets, you know we leave paper trails like coffin nails. On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today. On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote my eulogy.

Romance is dead

These guitars won't stay in tune. These fists are raised against you. These words refuse to rhyme. These kids won't stay in line tonight. Black eyes, white lies. Tight pants and pin-striped nights. Blood on our hands, price on our heads... who says romance is dead? You think our days our numbered. You think we won't resist you? Your lies are dipped in gold. The kids won't don't what we're told tonight.

Shout out loud

Don't it smell like shit on the streets of New York City? Can you see through the smog in the skies of Hollywood? All around the world... all the people gonna shout out loud. All around the world... all the people gonna shout out loud. Raise your hands, unrest is your best friend. Stand up, open your mouth. Gonna start a revolution. Raise your hands, unrest is your best friend. Stand up, open your mouth and shout out loud. The sun don't shine through the clouds in the skies of London. Some walls have yet to fall across the city of Berlin. Can you see the red lights glow in Amsterdam? Everywhere I go, nothing's changed except the goddam names. Shout out loud. Don't it smell like shit on the streets of New York City? Can you see through the smog in the skies of Hollywood? Do you know the way the wind blows in Chicago? Everywhere I go, nothing's changed except the goddamn names.

Spectacle city

The writing on the walls says this town ain't ours no more. So, we'll paint the streets with fire. The writing on the walls... those city signs, headlines like deadlines, so come on... This town is ours tonight... So light it up like a midnight sunrise. You know we own this town... Just in time to burn it down. Let's go, we'll paint the streets with fire. We roam these streets of a hollow shell like ghost town rebels, so come on. This town is ours tonight... So light it up like a midnight sunrise. You know we own this town... Just in time to burn it down.