No need for confetti bombs or fallus symbols
To be obnoxious, outrageous, but the sound will be very contagious
Like nuclear "fall-out" radius
No need for bands with tight "spandex", "macho-flex"
High voices from larynx tight jockstraps
Stuffed with socks and walnuts to show sex
But plain obscure "high-tec"!

Junkie XL will tell
Junkie XL will tell
Junkie XL will tell
the future in computer hell

Junkie XL will tell
Junkie XL will tell
Junkie XL will tell
the future in computer hell

No slacker trendy attitudes or "boys" that play so rude
Or smokers of "SEZ" and weed to be hard core with fatigues
Let the perpetrator weep, that it's the junkie beats
That grim reap!
And shuffle the feet but all to sleep
In front of their "MTV screen sweep" yes lost souls are in deep
in their trash-cash middle-class heap.

Junkie XL will tell
Junkie XL will tell
Junkie XL will tell
the future in computer hell

Junkie XL will tell
Junkie XL will tell
Junkie XL will tell
the future in computer hell

Be the junkie mega-byte creep
Hell!