So how you fuckin' feeling tonight?
We're (insert name here) from unimportant,
and I'm about to mimic some image of a rock and roll singer I have under lock and key.
Without the faintest hint of irony
that I'm flashing my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity.
So is everyone having a good time tonight?
Good, I'm glad (I couldn't actually care less).
You guys are the best crowd that we've ever seen,
seen with these old dead eyes.
Blind to the stage or even my own lies.
An illusion seldom spoken. An understanding between you and I
that the ground that you stand on is somehow less than mine.
An allusion to a broken home,
left on the street and chilled to the bone.
So hey, we still feeling good?
Now you comprehend our complex relationship - consumer/consumed.
You're just some stupid kid and I'm a megalomaniac.