Hey kids! You want a soundtrack
That's gonna make you feel tense?
Let you express your frustration?
Make ya scared, wanna run out and buy a gun?
You're looking for another rock'n'roll record
That'll make you feel like a victim
You're like a victim, you love to be a victim
You love the United States prime time victim show
Hey, bells, helicopters, machine guns
Listen to that! Listen to that!
Kill for Allah, kill for Jesus
1980's shit, turn it down, tone it down
Hey! Listen to me!
All that 1980s shit is over
Brothers and sisters
We'll turn the volume down
Brothers and sisters
We're gonna shut down this mechanical stuff,
That makes us feel like victoms
Take those machine guns, and turn 'em down
Yeah. Turn off those cop shows
Listen to those helicopters, listen to the sirens
Makin' ya feel nervious, and anguish
1980s shit, turn it down
Tone it down, now I ask you
I ask you in quiet tone of voice:
Is the helicopter a machine of pleasure?
Is the helicopter a love machine?
Turn it on
Silence those church bells fuck the sirens
Lets have some quiet, quiet silence
Yeah, yeah, I wanna hold you close
You wanna hold someone close
Hey, we wanna, we wanna feel good!
I wanna make you laugh
Turn down that victom shit
Oh, yeah, yeah thats better
Hey, we wanna look each other in the eye
Doing a high-five
When I whisper, when I whisper
It sorta stings in your ear
I wanna tremble your earbones
Open your trembling earbones
Listen, turn that helicopter off baby!
We will not be angry victoms no more!
We're gonna- we're gonna say yeah...
Turn it off! Turn it off!
Turn that helicopter down!
We're gonna say yeah
We're gonna say yeah
We're gonna say yeah
We're gonna make it all, we're God!
We're gonna have a moment of silence now
Turn down the machines
Turn down the helicopter
Turn down the prime time
Shut those guns down
Yeah, yeah... Isn't that better?
