[Verse 1]
Pop rocks and cherry cola
It gets colder when you're gone
We're all getting drunk now
Jamie flunked out, pants undone
Internet scams and waist coats
We're just scapegoats, all too dumb
Body paint in day-glo where do trends go when you're numb?

[Pre-Chorus]
When everybody wants to be somebody
They all care
And everybody wants to know themselves
We're too scared, we're still figuring it out

[Chorus 1]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We're still figuring it out
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

[Verse 2]
Made for mass production
Is it art when you want more
Was I made to function, or create, or just get bored
High school conversations, graduation, "What's in store?"
A 5 year plans, invasions
Wasn't your invitation burned?