[Intro]
For your listening pleasure
Fuck World Trade!

Scabies and metalheads
Born in the gutter
And chained to the radiator
Of a squat basement for 16 years:
We are proud to announce
The triumphant return
The thunderous cacophony
The crack-rock steady beat!

As the same bitches that brought you
The tower-toppling Mediocre Generica
On 9/11/01
As the same motherfuckers
That united the Gay Rudies, rocked Crack City
And sainted the Columbine kids

We are pleased to present
From all the way in the back
Of the food stamp line
And straight outta motherfucking rehab!
It's the good, the bad
And the Leftöver Crack!
[Verse 1]
The sovereign insincerity, the monopoly of greed
Nickelback, POD, Rancid, Brittney and Creed
The bureaucrats, they leech upon to mediocre trends
Your song in heavy rotation from the cash your label spends
From the products you promote for the ones who foot the bill
A prefabricated goosestep for the pockets that you fill
The monotony of censored products shine in the display
The same old song of compromise went platinum today

[Verse 2]
From town to town and state to state
The same old song you love to hate
The same shit stacked upon your plate
Rotate again and syndicate
We've been waiting far too long
To change the band, to change the song
Through every day and dusk and dawn
We've been brainwashed to sing along

No difference between the hot new single
And the Pepsi ad's commercial jingle
The beauty's withered, faded crinkle
Just sip the Coke and pop the Pringle
The boardroom is the dragon's lair
They play us shit, 'cause they don't care
The clearest channel plays unfair
And we all want you off the air
Overdose on shoddy culture; mediocre trends
Autotune the bottom line as a means to meet the ends
Merging corporate empires create the ill conglomerations
And buy up to reprogram major market radio stations

[Bridge]
Fabricate one single voice, broadcast from sea to sea
What once held notions of chance and choice
Is now being controlled fully
Deregulations raised the edge of exploitation's bar
Politics replaced by "bling" and clothes and fancy cars
Trapped imaginations from the video's blinding light
Bombarded with monotony that captivates the sight

[Verse 3]
The channel we've been tuned to is all frigid, blank, and clear
Told what to eat and drink and buy and whom to hate and fear
Poisoned by the fairytale, a capitalistic dream
Go to sleep, you're free and brave and on the winning team

No way to die
No way to die
No way to die

[Outro]
We figured out a long time ago
That it's much easier to control people
When we're all watching the same TV shows
Listening to the same radio stations, going to the same movies
Looking at the same billboards, eating the same food
And speaking the same language