He can't take the street no more 

Street too full full of junk 

Thinks he'll hide in his room 

Room too full full of junk 



He turns to his T.V. T.V. full full of junk 

Processed zombies pushing junk 

Junk food junk clothes 

Dressed in junk from head to toe 



Eat what you're given 

Eat what you get 

Eat what you're given 

Eat what you get 

Eat what you're given 

Eat what you get 

Eat what you're given 

Eat what you get 



Be thankful what you get 

He screams for more 

Hits the night life once again 

Night life full full of junk 



Junk is all he'll ever know 

Junk music junk dance 

Too many junkheads on the floor 



(Repeat chorus to end)