Hey, believe me, I have seen your sort before   You're all of the history, like dust on the kitchen floor   (Tell me more)   Your lips are moving, you go on and on and on and on and on   You swing your ride, ride baby, ride, ride, don't swing it at me      But it's not for me, no I disagree      'Cause I heard you before when you said   There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding   You dress up for Armageddon   I dress up for the summer      Hey now, you got their attention   You know, you gotta keep 'em believing   But as a matter of fact, would they believe you   Or not believe you no more   (Tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell me more)      I hear you're one in a million   (Tell me more)   But there's a million of you   (Tell, tell me more)   You swing your ride, ride baby, ride, ride, don't swing it at me      But it's not for me, no I disagree      'Cause I heard you before when you said   There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding   You dress up for Armageddon   I dress up for the summer      Who's that playing with the microphone?   Today he's there, but tomorrow he's gone      But I disagree and I heard you before when you said   There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding   You dress up for Armageddon   I dress up for the summer      You've been tortured, impaled with the blade   You stay alive that's devoid of meaning   All in all, I'm sick of you, yeah   Man made such a, man made such a bummer