Random lost souls have asked me    "What's the future of rock'n'roll?"    I say "I don't know does it matter?"    This and that scene,    They 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    Yet we consider this our suffering and pain    When we're so privileged, a fact    We all forget about as    We go whinging all over the place.       How they laughed as we shoveled the ashes    Wrath hath soured    Blood and death, we will pay back the debt    For this candy store of ours.       Look at those cunts on MTV    With their cars, and cribs, and rings and shit    Is that what being a celebrity means?    Look, boys and girls, here's BBC    See corpses, rapes, and amputees    What do you think now of the American dream?       And our soccer moms and dads    Who raised us brats on these 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 laughed as we shoveled the ashes    Of the twin towers    Blood and death, we will pay back the debt    For this candy store of ours.