Lyrics:

All these cats with holey jeans
Dirty hair and titty rings
Say what's your scene man
We got these questions

Is it true that you have sold your soul?
I say, 'Hey man, I don't know
Lend me a quarter, won't you
I'll call my accountant'

Let's get off this
Get on with it
If you want to change the world
Shut your mouth and start to spin it
Get off this
Get on with it
If you want to change the world
Shut your mouth and start to spin it

Petty little ayatollahs
Come around and judge and stone ya
All we're tryin' to do is make a fortune

Yeah, well we ain't got no government loans
And no one sends us a check from home
But get this
We just do what we wanna

So let's get off this
Get on with it
If you want to change the world
Shut your mouth and start to spin it
Get off this
Get on with it
If you want to change the world
Shut your mouth and start to spin it

Well the guitar player's stayin out
In Hollywood and sayin'
He's just tryin' to get some sleep
But everyone's complainin'
Are you truly, deeply cynical
'Cause boy you know
I loved you so
When no one knew your name
And your purpose

Let's get off this
Get on with it
If you want to change the world
Shut your mouth and start to spin it
Get off this
Get on with it
If you want to change the world
Shut your mouth
Shut your mouth

Get off this
Get on with it
If you want to change the world
Shut your mouth and start to spin it
Get off this
Get on with it
If you want to change the world
Shut your mouth
Shut your mouth