Like Jimmy Carter,
Like electric underwear,
Like any idea that never had a chance to go anywhere,
This is who you are
Hey, celebrity,
Who drives off a bridge in a car,
Your beautiful body filling up with water
Like Harry Truman, dropping bombs out of the air,
Like any self-respecting multi-billionaire,
This is who you are
Five dancing teenage boys,
Who sing their way into our hearts,
Backstreet's back, aright
And there's a toxic cloud hanging over,
There's white noise on the screen,
And there's a man in a hotel room
Assaulting a maid, who just came to clean up the mess
Backstreet's back, aright
Like Ronald Reagan, falling asleep forever more,
Dreaming of horses and
Dreaming of nuclear war,
This is where we are tonight ‒
Everybody under surveillance from a satellite,
You can be the first one on your block to die
And there's a plague of locusts upon us,
There's a nightmare in the swarm,
And there's a lion out in the desert,
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born again
Backstreet's back, aright, aright
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