Worlds Apart

Hey, fuck you, man!

Random lost souls have asked me
"What's the future of rock and roll?"
I said, "I don't know, does it matter?
This and that scene sound all the same to me
Neither much worse, nor much better"
We're so fucked these days, we don't know who to hate
Or who to praise, consider that suffering and pain
But we're so privileged, a fact we forget about
As we go whinging all over the place

How they laugh as we shovel the ashes
Of wrath has soured
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
Of this candy store of ours

Look at those cunts on MTV
With cars and cribs and rings and shit
Is that what being a celebrity means?
Look boys and girls at BBC
See corpses, rapes and amputees
What do you think now of the American dream?

And it's all their moms and dads
Who raised those brats on those TV ads
I know that they sleep at night
Their conscience is intact
They've convinced themselves of that
Giving money to Jesus fucking H. Christ

How they laugh as we shovel the ashes
Of the twin towers
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
Of this candy store of ours

Of this candy store of ours