Verse1:
This is a no, lonely heartclub for the beating band
Target beep up and down, a multimillion scam
Bliss for people with the velvet hands
A six stringed, scarred republic to calm us down

Bridge:
Come on, come on, come on
Let's reap
Come on, come on, come on
Party
Come on, come on, come on
It's judgement day

Come on, come on, come on
Let's reap
Come on, come on, come on
Party
Come on, come on, come on
As we reload

Chorus:
Hey, does it look like I fit now
Another teenage shitcom
The world is turning to shit now
Try to plant a seed where the stars are grown

Verse2:
They steer this shit like "God on high"
Hooray, psycho-pom-poms, I say retake the world
Taxidermy-faced beauty queen, in 15 minutes, come feed the machine

Bridge
Chorus

We build all our enemies through crossmarked facilites
It's a one-way growth we all share with the host
They tear 'em in, they tear 'em out
The daily sinners cast, a self brought holocaust

Chorus:
Hey, does it look like I fit now
Another teenage shitcom
The world is turning to shit now
Try to plant a seed, plant a seed

Hey, the world is turning to shit now
It goes on and on and on and on
And there are no more radiohits now
Try to plant a seed where the stars are grown