Tired of the complication  So we birthed a Prozac nation  And fell in love with the CNN  Shoot a man but keep it quiet  Write a book someone will buy it    We search for golden heroes  But in the end no one knows  I guess that's what TV is for my friend  So keep the suit kid you wear it so well  You hate your life but no one can tell, can tell    [Chorus]  Yeah, they got a better way  A better way, you know, you know  Yeah, they got a better way  A better way, you know, you know    Buried in our superstition  Dug by a politician  So raise your hands to the vampires my friends  So dress it up and pull it apart  And if it sells we'll call it art  So find out what's "it" again  And don't worry, surgery can fix it  So we fall in love with ourselves again  We inject some contradiction  We all hate but it's a sweet addiction    [Chorus]    Yeah, what you dream could become  Unless you find yourself too numb again  What you dream could become  Unless you find yourself too numb again, again    [Chorus]