Everyone walks around weari- they're walking advertisements, they've got advertisements on their clothes, y'know? The whole culture's one unified field of bought, sold, market researched, everything. People now don't have any concept that there ever was a, a any culture outside of this thing that's created to make money. What's behind this jive bullshit?

Everybody's sexually active (Bullshit)

Somebody out there's objectively attractive (Bullshit)

Act correctly, you can match the simulacra (Bullshit)

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit

I went to a love hotel, I pulled a fire alarm

I beat up my brother with a tennis ball container, I had my tired arm

Pulling, fantasizing 'bout a blow up doll

I didn't get off, it didn't go off, I didn't feel satisfied at all

I wanted to run away but I didn't have a reason

I got so mad one time I started crying and seizing

Paper after paper looking for something I didn't need

Found one, just as I ripped it my fit was already done

This is how I begun

Seeing how I'm different from T.V

And I keep re-seeing it telling me how to be and it's bullshit!

I yelled "fuck the police" while they drove past

Used to think I had to learn to freestyle in order to rap

Everybody's sexually active (Bullshit)

Somebody out there's objectively attractive (Bullshit)

Act correctly, you can match the simulacra (Bullshit)

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit

Everybody's sexually active (Bullshit)

Somebody out there's objectively attractive (Bullshit)

Act correctly, you can match the simulacra (Bullshit)

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit

I tried X but I didn't know why

Cause then I had sex but I didn't get high

Supermodels are XXY, it's all just a lie

Kids fall for fads see ads and wanna try it

I spent twenty on a diet, so what?

I still have cellulite and no butt

No, but, but but until you laugh and just grow up

Learn to live with the bullshit

You're only gonna throw up

Turning sick at the pulpit

Preaching sermons concerning myth

Scheming, burning demons that don't exist

Thank God media and reality don't match

I need my own private

Quiet zone that's my own patch of life

Detached from the hype

I don't wanna be imitated exactly right

Cause truth is stranger than fiction

You should change your addiction

Before Disneylandlords arrange your eviction

Everybody's sexually active (Bullshit)

Somebody out there's objectively attractive (Bullshit)

Act correctly, you can match the simulacra (Bullshit)

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit

See I wanna write a song for the missing persons

The nerds and the sixty-six year old virgins

Burnt out surgeons, mental patients

Persians, Haitians, urban gay Asians

Nymphos, blimp-nose wimps

Uncorrupt cops, hermaphrodites

Fat kids, black kids

Anorexics trying to muster up an appetite

Phoneless, homeless, owners of disease

Anyone who slept through New Year's Eve

Clumsy thieves

Uneven sleeved impotent men

Napalm babies with scarred skin

Vietnam vets, Tourette's syndrome girls with hairy arms

Balding boys in the club with their mom

In love with their mom

Diabetics, anybody who just doesn't get it

Stutterers, bread butterers, suburb gutter punks

Wanna-be monks, CEOs who wet the bed

The snails, and the angry white males

And the Siamese twins who connect at the head

I expect that you said

"I don't want to be compared to them, I'm not weak, not a freak, I'm American"

But if you stood next to 'em you'd embarrass them

So let me say my prayer again

See I wanna write a song for the missing persons

The nerds and the sixty-six year old virgins

Burnt out surgeons, mental patients

Persians, Haitians, urban gay Asians

Nymphos, blimp-nose wimps

Uncorrupt cops, hermaphrodites

Fat kids, black kids

Anorexics tryin to muster up an appetite

Phoneless, homeless, owners of disease

Anyone who slept through New Year's Eve

Clumsy thieves

Uneven sleeved impotent men

Napalm babies with scarred skin

Vietnam vets, Tourette's syndrome girls with hairy arms

Balding boys in the club with their mom

In love with their mom

Diabetics, anybody who just doesn't get it

Stutterers, bread butterers, suburb gutter punks

Wanna-be monks, CEOs who wet the bed

The snails, and the angry white males

And the Siamese twins who connect at the head

I said the snails and the angry white males and the leeches

Dogs without tails and the star-bellied sneetches

Sneetches without stars and

Women behind bars and

Men who design cars intending to find Mars

And anyone I'm far from, anyone in my region

Buppies, guppies, scrubs, pigeons, and Norwegians

Finns, and the angry white men

And the Siamese twins who connect at the head