Hey believe me, I have seen your sort before

You're all over history like dust on the kitchen floor

(Tell me more)

Your lips are moving, you go on and on and on and on and on

You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don't swing it at me



Cuz it's not for me, no I disagree



Cuz I heard you before when you said

There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding

You dress up for Armageddon

I dress up for summer 

Yeah!



Hey and now you got their attention

You know, you gotta keep 'em believing

but as a matter of fact, what they believe you're not

Believing no more (Tell tell tell tell tell tell me more)

I hear you're one in a million (tell me more)

But there's a million of you (tell, tell me more)

You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don't swing it at me



It's not for me, no I disagree



Cuz I heard you before when you said

There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding

You dress up for Armageddon

I dress up for summer



Who is the man with the microphone?

Today he is here but tomorrow he is gone 



But I disagree



And I heard you before when you said

There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding

You dress up for Armageddon

I dress up for summer



You feel tortured and filled with regret 

You say life is void of meaning

Are they not sick of you yet? 

Man that's such, man that's such a bummer