My gums bleed for the victims
Of the bad taste generation
Everyone seems so concerned
Without motivation
Raise your fist with broken glass
And change the TV station
I think we've all been hypnotized
Processed and desensitized
Don't pray for me because you need a miracle
Rotting from this badland, the interstate disease
Telling me don't tell me I don't want to know
Showing me bad things I don't want to see
Carrying guns, shooting dope, watching MTV
Little girls are singing what we've been taught for years
The interstate disease spread across the land
We can't help each other unless we understand