He can't take the street no more   Street too full full of junk   Thinks he'll hide in his room   Room too full full of junk      He turns to his t.v. t.v. full full of junk   Processed zombies pushing junk   Junk food junk clothes   Dressed in junk from head to toe      Eat what you're given   Eat what you get   Eat what you're given   Eat what you get   Eat what you're given   Eat what you get   Eat what you're given   Eat what you get      Be thankful what you get   He screams for more   Hits the night life once again   Night life full full of junk      Junk is all he'll ever know   Junk music junk dance   Too many junkheads on the floor      (repeat chorus to end)