My eyes, my heart, my hands and my clothes The cars on mars running like lions The gods on earth selling kings to the poors Do this, do that, just do it all everywhere The new dress code, be the geek and be nice No meat, no more, the planet is ours not mine Trap song, happy socks, life sucks, you’ll be fine Stay home, be safe and kill the pop tonight Read it all the manual Clap your hands, it’s carnival I will not tell you what’s right I really don’t care tonight Kill the pop or kill it all