Angels and demons holding hands and whistling 'Dixie'

We haven't had that kind of fun 'round here since 1960

We wait in longer lines than the Russian's ever did

Selling our children's souls to the highest bid

I can't describe the way it feels



These songs will blare out of your eyes

When I get to the green building



My arrival will be televised

When I get to the green building

When I get to the green building



Na Na Na...

Na Na Na...



Satan's cheerleaders prancing 'round the maypole in December

We haven't had that kind of spectacle here since I can remember

Our fearless leaders say they're equal to the task

And every point of view on this depends on who you ask

It doesn't matter any way



Our prophecies are realised

When I get to the green building



The stars will shine out of your eyes

When I get to the green building

When I get to the green building



Na Na Na...

Na Na Na...



Isn't it interesting to see whose heart shall pass?

When they try to hide them, but they're made of glass

Isn't it interesting to see who lives or dies?

On the rollercoasters and the water slides

Isn't it interesting to watch them play their game?

When they're all such cheaters and they have no shame

And isn't it interesting to hear the demons sing?

When the doorbell rings

At the green building

Isn't it interesting?

Isn't it interesting?

When the doorbell rings

At the green building

Isn't it interesting?

Isn't it interesting?