He burns away inside
They left him skinned alive
The world's people are
Busy buzzin' 'bout the beehive
It's the third world war out there
And he can't get outta his armchair
Cause MTV's trapped his short attention span
Is this suburban foxhole stare
Everybody's smiley face pasted-in-place
Over Mr. Yuck's frowning face
Of toy soldiers marching in time
To their unmarked deaths in an idiots parade
Safely lies in this poop castle shells
Of belt-way hells
And endless hi-ways
Of neon strip malls
Countless 4 year plans of voodoo economics
Trickle down from blue sky insanities
Seen the backdrop wash away
Cuz it can no longer hold the fantasies