Prologue

Stick up your hands, oh, baby
You can believe or maybe
Drink all your money
'Till you paint your face, what a waste
Fill up your tank with bubbles
And if they say you're trouble
Laugh at the guy with goggles
He's a hunk, but a skunk
Everyday people
They rush to the e-hole
They light up their pianos
With underwear in their hair
Left, right, and center
A box with distemper
The future remembers
The sticker happy parade!