Lyrics:

Someone asked me yesterday
About the history of pop
What's it all about
It's all about what.
The sound of the city collapsing
Give me something new in Rock 'n' Roll
Punk without pogo - I wanna be terrible too!
White shirt / black pants / skinny tie
Cultural icons / suburban teen riot / cliché
In one song
Disgraceland
Disgraceland
Autocratic taskmaster
This is just a pop song
It's a 'would be', a 'has been' hit
Record cheap commodity
And Johnny Rotten is a nobody
What's it's all about?
It's all about what.
Disgraceland
Disgraceland
Oh you wrecker of civilization
And you make music?
We are famous and we haven't even sold one record
Take out your encyclopedia
And you don't like Monday?
Well I hate sundays
What's it all about?
Disgraceland
Disgraceland
Are you punk, self thought, D I Y (Die!) or New Wave
Musicly comprised of shitty theoretical pop songs drenched in lala's
Supported by major label hype
Yeah
Well I've took a spin on the celebrity couch
Ooh baby
Ah yes, we improvise always on stage
Press press, test, press, feed the frenzy
We want to make you feel uncomfortable
Babylon is burning
Another record mogul is earning
What's it all about
Disgraceland
Disgraceland
The most outrageous, brilliant, controversial, scandalous and extraordinary pop star of our time.
We own you!
Going after the money
In the land of milk and ... hmmm
The desire begins with the demand to live
Not as an object, but as a subject of history
They were terrible
I thought they were great
I want to be terrible too!
What kind of trouble can I get into
Don't do it yourself but with everybody else
Megalomaniac / power trips / complete control
Wake up / learn techniques to unlearn / build it up / smash it down / fuck the pain away
A song based on nothing - wonder of wonder
Rhythms international
The world is nothing
And we make the music
I hurl my song at the world
This IS actually happening
It's not yesterday
Music seeks to change life - life goes on
The music is left behind
And this is the end of the song.