You've got a a nerve breaking everyone to feed a selfish 
urge. Politically supported, morally aborted. Growing not 
in a stature but just plain dumb, in your quest for No. 
1. Self-infatuated, this beast that you've created is 
spreading like a plague. Won't let me see what I want to 
see, cover the screen of my TV. Everything, take 
everything. Just call it a way of getting through your 
day. Smash it up, tear it down, kick in the walls, invad 
my town. Nothing has worth unless there is something in 
who just can't stand to let you go. I've seen your love 
letters. They're all addressed at me and a million other 
potential suckers. Multiple kisses, smiling faces, bands 
playing my tune. Calling me up on the phone, do you think 
that I'd want to talk to you in the state you're in? But 
I will resist. I don't think i can take much more of 
this. A rule of thumb: I stick of gum should see me 
through this one: - my bleak young kid disknowledge (TM) 
- bouts of anger/ignorance - this stupid song.