Lookie young girls with your television eyes,
Fixated on nothing, telling despicable lies,
We play on your obsession with candy,
And you do what we want you to,
So play that guitar
And bring order to the stars,
Turn up your stereos and drive around in your cars,
And don't think about coming back home until you've never gone anywhere
Cause you are not sure if you are going up or down,
Expectations go out the window, when Mr. Woman comes to town!
Cause when you talk, nobody listens,
You shoot to kill, but you keep missing,
They got you running round in circles, but it's hip to be square,
Tonight's special paranoia with a side of despair,
Oh-ho!
And one, and one, and one, and one, and one, I'm pretty sure, adds up to
five,
Teenage alcoholics can be, oh, so entertaining when they drive
Yay!
Cause turning people into product is easy,
Turning idiots into stars is easier,
The robots and the cockroaches are gonna be the only survivors
Destroying the minds with the sights and the sounds,
And this is no time for fucking around,
You can't be sure if you are going up or down,
Expectations go out the window, when Mr. Woman comes to town,
When Mr. Woman comes to town!
You can't be sure if you are going up or down,
You can't be sure if you are going up or down,
You can't be sure if you are going up or down,
Expectations go out the window, when Mr. Woman comes to town!
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