My eyes, my heart, my hands and my clothes
The cars on mars running like lions
The gods on earth selling kings to the poors
Do this, do that, just do it all everywhere

The new dress code, be the geek and be nice
No meat, no more, the planet is ours not mine
Trap song, happy socks, life sucks, you’ll be fine
Stay home, be safe and kill the pop tonight

Read it all the manual
Clap your hands, it’s carnival
I will not tell you what’s right
I really don’t care tonight
Kill the pop or kill it all