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It's sacrilege to question and thinking is a crime
"Let the tards eat twinkies" is the motto of our time
Fuck no, it isn't who you are, you're only what you've bought
When Teletubbies teaching toddlers to take it down a notch

The glory of the misinformed who never leave the couch
Crying when their favorite guy is voted from the house
The future can't be better but the children they won't mind
Just give them shiny objects and tell them never try
Never try

You think it's stupid now, you'll see
We're only borderline retarded compared to what we'll be
The future generation has their work cut out for them
Keep lowering the bar and dig a hole to put it in
Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole

The dumbing down of dummies is a shameful spinning spiral
With puppet masters mastering with plausible denial
They give us what we want but fuck us, sure we're addicted
To sugar coated fluffy air and guilty pleasure sickness

We're fat and lazy mongoloids on pink electric scooters
With chaffing thighs we supersize and only later realize
We're cattle for the slaughter and we're laughing on the way
Deal with it tomorrow, not today, not today

Take a pill, it disappears while loafing through our golden years
And pass the torch and let them sort the shit we left piled past their ears
Our children's children's children in the tradition of our lives
Will deal with it tomorrow and never try, never try
It's sacrilege to question and thinking is a crime   "Let the tards eat twinkies" is the motto of our time   Fuck no, it isn't who you are, you're only what you've bought   When Teletubbies teaching toddlers to take it down a notch      The glory of the misinformed who never leave the couch   Crying when their favorite guy is voted from the house   The future can't be better but the children they won't mind   Just give them shiny objects and tell them never try   Never try      You think it's stupid now, you'll see   We're only borderline retarded compared to what we'll be   The future generation has their work cut out for them   Keep lowering the bar and dig a hole to put it in   Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole      The dumbing down of dummies is a shameful spinning spiral   With puppet masters mastering with plausible denial   They give us what we want but fuck us, sure we're addicted   To sugar coated fluffy air and guilty pleasure sickness      We're fat and lazy mongoloids on pink electric scooters   With chaffing thighs we supersize and only later realize   We're cattle for the slaughter and we're laughing on the way   Deal with it tomorrow, not today, not today      Take a pill, it disappears while loafing through our golden years   And pass the torch and let them sort the shit we left piled past their ears   Our children's children's children in the tradition of our lives   Will deal with it tomorrow and never try, never try
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