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Well, the Gods got nuclear power
And the earth's got the ocean tide
Society has a big long stick
What've you got? Ha! A bumpy ride

A ruged, high speed lifestyle
Without a seatbelt on
You wonder what the hell everybody does
Well they just go along

You say you want to be different. Hey great! But that's not sellable
You need to know just where you stand to be a successful rebel
It seems to me like you've lost yourself: identity in a jumble
We are here to save the day. Yeah, we're here to pick up your fumble

Just look in the mirror, the mirror you can not see
You will find you look a lot like me
You say you're tired of standing in a line
Well, I am just sick of listening to you whine

Go ahead and mock that zombie on TV
'Cause all the while you bitch an moan, the zombie on TV is happy
Yeah birds, you know, they all fly in flocks
And even lions have reason to walk about with "pride"

Just subscibe to a fish's "school" of thought
And get some meaning for your sorry lives
Yeah, that's what it's all about folks
Meaning for your sorry lives.