Monkey see, monkey die
Laminate your face
And paste it up into the sky
'cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's
Completely rancid and beautiful
Like a dishrag laying in the street
Uptight beyond belief
Cut a hole in the floor to see
How close to hell we're standing
Got the travelling vitamin c blues
Police lady staring at my shoes
Holy ghost, moldy toast
Riding lampost
Excitement level: zero
Rock the casbah, bring the noise
Pretentious dimensions exploring the boring to the core
Adults with cordless personalities
Running around in new wave bionic jogging suits
(spoken: ... gimme some of that noise)
California white boy sound
Rocket-powered and nailed into the ground
New age, old age-- completely totally lame
Straight to the middle of the road
Just rewind the tape and play the whole thing backwards
With the sound completely turned all the way off
