Lyrics:

I stand here bored and look at you
Clapping like monkeys in the zoo
A horde of maladjusted miscreants all pumped and primed
Just what could possibly be limping through your one-track minds? I can't believe you wonder why I think that you're the enemy
You don't have anything to say: dictate the speed at which we play
We are your TV for the night so just shut up and dance
Waste some time trying to get inside each other's pants
Then thank us nicely for the background music- you're the enemy