Junk

He can't take the street no more Street too full, full of junk Thinks he'll hide in his room Room too full, full of junk He turns on his TV, TV full, full of junk Processed zombies pushing junk Junk food, junk clothes Dressed in junk from head to toe Eat what you're given Eat what you get Eat what you're given Eat what you get Eat what you're given Eat what you get Eat what you're given And be thankful what you get Instead he screams for more Hits the night life once again Night life full, full of junk Junk is all he'll ever know Junk music, junk dance Too many junk heads on the floor Eat what you're given Eat what you get Eat what you're given Eat what you get Eat what you're given Eat what you get Eat what you're given And be thankful what you get Instead he screams for more Eat what you're given Eat what you get Eat what you're given Eat what you get Eat what you're given Eat what you get Eat what you're given And be thankful what you get Instead he screams for more Instead he screams for more Instead he screams for more