There's holes up in the sky   The Devil punched down to the monkeys   And now they've got drive through   And a video store where there used to be real live actors      Used to ride around here up on my high horse   With all the other good little butcher boys   A plagiarist of course      So roll over sweet thing   Like a nuclear reprisal, inbound from outer space   There's a comparison here I'm trying to swing      God damn, it's deafening   Wish you'd shut up about everything   The future is X rated      There's holes up in the sky   No one's seen your son in days   Things just keep getting weirder and weirder   Now Christmas is for shopping   The shopping, God is everything      So roll over and lose it   'Cuz power is just another one of those things baby   It's pointless if you ain't gonna use it      God damn, it's deafening   Wish you'd shut up about everything   The future is X rated      Used to ride around here on my high, high horse      God damn, it's deafening   Wish you'd shut up, shut up, shut up   The future is X rated, the future is X rated   The future is X rated, the future is X rated