Lyrics:

We're in a great deal of trouble
For just a wee bit of fun.
Upon kissing the princess,
She turned into a stun gun.
The young ones wait in the fields,
Hoping that their Detroit will heal.

It's amazing how sentimental they get
When they realize
We're taking it away.
God knows who builds Rome today.

Seating Caesar in the mezzanine,
His cloak is soaked in methylene blue-
Light special in the red-light district.
There's a blue-light special in the red-light district!

I went from postmodern protégé
To postmodern passé.
Wretched from the get-go,
Passion's so retro.
Big spenders stand down,
The fashion of forgo has taken the town.

We're in a great deal of trouble
For just a we bit of fun.
Upon taking to the skies
We burnt up in the sun.

The standards at the office have been changed;
A sneaky pact has been arranged.
If you prefer insurance to the plague
Then take it out, put it away.
Born in a bang in a house up in flames.
The dead snake system remains.