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 to his t.v. t.v. 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

Eat what you get



Be thankful what you get

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 junkheads on the floor



(repeat chorus to end)


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