Lyrics:

Random lost souls have asked me, "What's the future of rock 'n' roll?"
I say, "I don't know, does it matter?"
This and that scene, they sound all the same to me
Neither much worse nor much better

We're so fucked these days, we don't know who to hate or who to praise
Consider that suffering and pain
When we're so privileged, a fact, we forget about as
We go whinging all over the place

How they laughed as we shovelled the ashes
Wrath hath soured
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
Of this candy store of ours

Look at those cunts on MTV with cars, and cribs, and rings, and shit
Is that what being a celebrity means?
Look, boys and girls, here's BBC, see corpses, rapes, and amputees
What do you think now of the American dream?

And our soccer moms and dads who raised us brats on those TV ads
I know that they sleep at night
Their conscience is intact, they've convinced themselves of that
Giving money to Jesus Fucking H. Christ

How they laugh as we shovelled the ashes
Of the Twin Towers
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
Of this candy store of ours
Of this candy store of ours
Of this candy store of ours