Text: The Faint. Drop Kick The Punks.

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht
Visciouscounterpoperosion, revolution101

Drop kick the punks, we want a change
Blaspheme the pop, call out the freaks
Pay off the jockeys, then call the cops
Queue up the news reporting c-c-company trucks

Hoist the antenna, pirate the waves
Dust off the tables and broadcast the plates
Amp the fly trap plant called Venus
And jab a cold fork in the sp-p-p-speaker

Ah, we're force fed pop cultures shit
We?re staying up late thinking
What the fuck is this?

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht
Visciouscounterpoperosion, revolution101