Chloe is really getting too old to disco
If only they'd let her keep the sparkle that they stole
I don't wanna hear "the buzz"
Latest trends are all made up
And all you "top pop" pimps in town,
You don't believe a single note you sell
I need a brand new scene that makes a brand new sound
It's time to take your scene and turn the volume down
Turn it off!
Turn it off!
Don't mean to bite the hand that feeds me
But with your pop meat hand in my face, I really need to
I really need to
Oh, it's a kind of love affair
Because I love to hate you, yeah
I know pretension's such a bore
But I got it good
Oh, I got it good
I need a brand new scene that makes a brand new sound (gimme some more)
Some type of barbed-up beat that's gonna beat you down
The same idiot sound is spreading all over town
It ain't mine
The safe idiot sound
It keeps me tied to the ground
Turn it off! Tune it out! Escape it!
The same idiot sound is spreading all over town
It ain't mine
The safe idiot sound
It keeps me tied to the ground
Turn it off! Tune it out! Escape it!
As he wanders around
He always wonders why the mentals keep looking inside
So he takes a swing at everything
Though he sings of how he wants to be loved
"I'll always be here
I'll always be near
But your love... it brings me down
I'll blame it on the rain
Like I do
La da doo la da doo la da doo la da doo
Man, I'm screwed..."
Tick a tick, I broke it!
Tick a tick, I broke it!
Tick a tick, I broke it!
(Too late, too late)
Tick a tick, I broke it!
Tick a tick, I broke it!
Tick a tick, I broke it!
The same idiot sound is spreading all over town
It ain't mine
The safe idiot sound
It keeps me tied to the ground
The same idiot sound is spreading all over town
It ain't mine
The safe idiot sound
It keeps me tied to the ground
Turn it off! Tune it out! Escape it!
Chloe, where'd you go?
Chloe, where'd you go?
Chloe, where'd you go?
I gotta get out of this place
I gotta get out of this place
Before my I.Q.'s sucked up by the radio, audio,
radio, audio, radio, audio, radio, audio, radio, audio...