Back the track with more attack,
Who'd you think you're screaming at?
The fallen down are getting up,
You're schemes are dreams, and dreams are f**ed.
Waking up and cleaning up,
This monotone is out of luck,
A signal to the upper decks?
A signal now with new FX.
All these problems, we can't solve them,
It's been this way since 1999
Danger hides around the bend,
Your E.S.P. can't even sense,
The signal out to calm your nerves,
And this flagship tune's without a verse.
Down and out in love again,
So I up and hit the road again,
Local boys are slapping backs,
Who'd you think you're screaming at?
Too late I'm bored
Tell the world you wanted more