Lyrics:

The angel cries, 'You bastard!' as we analyze the accent,
So look out, you rock'n'rollers
Over forty million served, and that's a record for the master
It stood forever after

So are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all, of all the drugs we're lacing?
With common sense and courtesy and other things we thought
Would be the end of us, but now they won't allow us our intentions

Oh, the mother of invention
It's her pleasure to repeat with feeling
Are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all the medicine we're taking?

Somewhere in the system, there's an open-ended list of all the lies we tell
Unblinking, thinking, what could we be living?
Is it life, or is it even in the realm of possibility?
You see it when you're missing who you came to see
Is this thing even on, and on, and on

Are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all the medicine we're taking?
Are we, are we, are we, are we facing
The end of all the medicine we're taking?