(Spoken)
This one's for the kids

I stand here bored and look at you
Clapping like monkeys in the zoo

A horde of maladjusted miscreants
All pumped and primed
Just what could possibly be limping through
Your one-track minds?
I can't believe you wonder why I think
That you're the enemy

You don't have anything to say
Dictate the speed at which we play

We are your TV for the night so just
Shut up and dance
Waste some time trying to get inside
Each other's pants
Then thank us nicely for the background music
You're the enemy