When I was 16 years old My friend's dad told me That only degenerates go to nightclubs I thought So what? What's a degenerate? That was the same year I recorded a record in my parent's apartment Called Campaigning in Empty Apartments From Room to Room It was the first record I'd recorded in 6 years And my first time recording vocals on Lithium So what? What's a degenerate? 6 years later My friend who played sitar on the last song on that record told me That he lost the keys to his apartment because he's a degenerate That was around the same time I realized the world is made of plastic You know Here comes the new plastic Same as the old plastic The cla**ic plastic Cla**ic half-wit tone-deaf horsesh** yelling Rock and roll is dead All the great songs have already been written All the great d** have already been taken All the great cars have already been driven And all the great love was a lie And other unintelligible drivel Plastic is a life that you can buy So what? What's a degenerate? The day I meet the reaper My body will find a new enclosure A brand new heart to beat around But my old corpse With its vampiric ideas And tidbits of useless information Will degenerate into dust Like every crook on Wall Street Every song ever written Every poser in Brooklyn Every f**ing angel Every friend of mine driven aimlessly around by a great dead cat in the sky d**h is a life that you cannot buy And that That is a degenerate