I tried to call you but you were gone   Way too busy stickin' the labels on   Deciding who will swim in the talent pool;    and what is cool      Cultivating more popularity   Overly concerned with what not to be   Trendy little fashions that please the eye; you'll televise      Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?   Whatcha gonna do when it's over?   I just don't fit into the clique   You're so hip you make me sick   Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?      Pay no attention to quality   Churning out the pap like a factory   The only standard is how ya feel; not what is real      You never heard a word that I said   Totally convinced that the sound was dead   Creating categories that fit the times; condition minds      You move them in and move them out like they were cattle   Burn a brand into their hide   With all apologies to L.A. and Seattle   Cloning is artistic suicide