Computerized surroundings in a sterilized room Pressured behaviour twists your rented-out mind Uneasiness starts to grind Once-satiated instincts search for release A claustrophobic feeling sits in your gut To be primitive man Nightclub cowboy, cut your masquerade Face up to your life A strange desire leads you down to the store Horses and six-guns race through your head The redneck fever spreads New cowboy boots sit tough on your feet Suede leather jacket and a ten-gallon hat Now you’re a real man Nightclub cowboy, cut your masquerade Face up to your life Midnight cowboy, play your new-look role Masturbate your mind And you will find Nothing’s really changed You’re just as messed-up if not more It’s not a fad that’s gonna help you You’re just as trapped as you were before Your stupid customs really seem like a thrill Another chance to practice wasting your time The newest human decline Old chauvinisms can resurface again Step on the progress that’s been made in the past Keep running from yourself And keep fu*king everybody else Nightclub cowboy, cut your masquerade Face up to your life Midnight cowboy, play your new-look role Masturbate your mind And you will find Nothing’s really changed You’re just as messed-up if not more It’s not a fad that’s gonna help you You’re just as trapped as you were before You’re just as trapped as you were before You’re just as trapped as you were before You’re just as trapped as you were before Another chance to waste your time Another chance to waste your time Another chance to waste your time