Another rock star cliché
Writing an anthem for the youth of today
The truth is I can’t stand any of you
Ruining your lives by copying what stars like me are told by our employers to do

Chorus:
Sex, drugs, rock and roll, repeat
Kill yourself kid, it’s trendy to admit defeat
I don’t really understand your plight
I could care less if you put down your knife tonight

Apathy is key
I don’t let the diseased millions get too close
Don’t wanna risk your stupidity infecting me
Conform
Belong
Did you ever think everyone else might be wrong?

Chorus

Think for yourself even if it means this album never leaves the shelf
So my little minions, raise your heads high
Do yourselves a favour and never say die

Chorus x2