Barren stares as they light up the screen   Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow-motion   Novacaine our brains and we're out like lights   As I'm growing older I'm bored   I remember when misery thrilled me much more   When I can't relax   And I'd like to go back   But that's gone   Yeah, that's gone, Turn around   Turn the volume down   We're counting the days down   Till the day when we live in a video   I'll be stone-faced and pale   You'll pout in stereo   24 hours every day of the year   Oh, what fun I can't wait 'til the future gets here   Closing in on the pain and the torture   He's slamming the doors like it's something to strive for   The girl tearing the curtains down looks funny as hell   And of sense of humor can there be any doubt   yeah well natural selection has weeded it out   Used to keep me from laughing out loud   But that's gone   We don't think that way no more   That's gone, turn around, turn the volume down   We're counting the days down   Well I've seen some old friends sort of die   Or just turn into whatever   Must've been inside them   And whatever all of us had then in common   Grew up and left home   We don't think that way no more   Turn around, turn the volume down   We're counting the days down