In your beady eyes
I don't make the scene
Well, you're right
If being part of your teenage soap opera's what you mean

Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate

Encapsulated
With all the other creeps
In another lame quest to be this month's kings of the shit heap
Well, I've got a life
I'm sure you're having fun
But I can't take part
'Cause I can't go back when the game is done

Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate

Reality doesn't mean a fucking thing
Out here in Candy Land
It's all about street cred, dropping names
Sucking up and shaking hands
I never knew which way to go
But I know that way is for the chumps
Go back to church and school and work
And leave this degenerate, degenerate, degenerate alone
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate, degenerate
Yeah, yeah
Degenerate, degenerate, degenerate
Yeah, yeah
Degenerate, degenerate, degenerate
Yeah, yeah
Degenerate, degenerate, degenerate
Yeah, yeah