Junk

He can't take the street no more

Street too full, full of junk

Thinks he'll hide in his room

Room too full, full of junk

He turns on his TV, TV full, full of junk

Processed zombies pushing junk

Junk food, junk clothes

Dressed in junk from head to toe

Eat what you're given

Eat what you get

Eat what you're given

Eat what you get

Eat what you're given

Eat what you get

Eat what you're given

And be thankful what you get

Instead he screams for more

Hits the night life once again

Night life full, full of junk

Junk is all he'll ever know

Junk music, junk dance

Too many junk heads on the floor

Eat what you're given

Eat what you get

Eat what you're given

Eat what you get

Eat what you're given

Eat what you get

Eat what you're given

And be thankful what you get

Instead he screams for more

Eat what you're given

Eat what you get

Eat what you're given

Eat what you get

Eat what you're given

Eat what you get

Eat what you're given

And be thankful what you get

Instead he screams for more

Instead he screams for more

Instead he screams for more