Lyrics:

Here's an all new version
Teeming with distractions
Trojan horse rolled backwards
Mastered by your own device
Then splice
Then cut in
The sad and sorry image
O Some grinning 'caster
Staring at a sinkhole
Piling up disasters
Marking the footage 'raw'
Now parade the muscles
Trying to make their dicks grow
Warring with their bodies
Dimensions oversold
And I wonder
'I wonder if I pierce it
Will my body stop lying to me?'
Now mouthing mile a minute
Blasting like a furnace
Fogging up the lenses
With the dampness of spew


Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
(It's a stock set-up)
Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
(It's a stock set-up)
Laws of stimulation
Signed anonymous
It's just a stock set-up

Man check it out!
A well worn cop's shoe's
Kicking out a door frame
Classwar extra
PR-ing like a foreman's dog
'What a slob
But I guess you know
He's got to make a living somehow'
Tossing a wild eyed greaser
Right onto the pavement
Scanned into the bright light
Maxing the pixels to glow


Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
(It's a stock set-up)
Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
(It's a stock set-up)
Laws of stimulation
Signed anonymous
It's a stock set-up

How did it come to this
Huh, huh
How did it come
Come to this
How did it come
To mean nothing but this?

It's all I can say
It's all I can say