quiet violence in midnight

I was born under the Tarantino generation.

To which I could not and cannot relate.

Heil McDonald's!  The gateway to heaven.

Pray to Col. Sanders' Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Consumerism be the only salvation.

Individuality's verboten as young as 3.

Babysitter's hours of infomercials on TV.

Trynna sell me what I'll never need.

I chose my anarchy to be an act of hate.

Well I said no to drugs and sex and murder

and it don't mean I'm repressed.

I feel no remorse for my greed.

The neon lights at the station,

they make me awfully depressed.

And this divided nation

don't wanna see me undressed.

And I'd like to chug diet Pepsi-Cola

and vomit it all over you and me.

And crush you moths that act like you're so free.

And max credit cards in the name of my humanity.

You'd best not dare tell me what to do.

I'd like it if someone ran up and cut your celluloid to pieces.