Angels and demons holding hands and whistling 'Dixie' We haven't had that kind of fun 'round here since 1960 We wait in longer lines than the Russian's ever did Selling our children's souls to the highest bid I can't describe the way it feels
These songs will blare out of your eyes When I get to the green building
My arrival will be televised When I get to the green building When I get to the green building
Na Na Na... Na Na Na...
Satan's cheerleaders prancing 'round the maypole in December We haven't had that kind of spectacle here since I can remember Our fearless leaders say they're equal to the task And every point of view on this depends on who you ask It doesn't matter any way
Our prophecies are realised When I get to the green building
The stars will shine out of your eyes When I get to the green building When I get to the green building
Na Na Na... Na Na Na...
Isn't it interesting to see whose heart shall pass? When they try to hide them, but they're made of glass Isn't it interesting to see who lives or dies? On the rollercoasters and the water slides Isn't it interesting to watch them play their game? When they're all such cheaters and they have no shame And isn't it interesting to hear the demons sing? When the doorbell rings At the green building Isn't it interesting? Isn't it interesting? When the doorbell rings At the green building Isn't it interesting? Isn't it interesting?