(Steve: I don't know Woody.   Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?   Woody: Listen man, music is my life.   Steve: Alright. Two, three, four   Hey! What are you doing? What's goin' on?   Woody: Sorry.)      Synthesizer rock ruled Jessica's feet   As a slave to that ubiquitous beat   Visions of the big screen danced in her head   'In a matter of time' she said   Jessie never got her Hollywood role   And the pogo nights have taken there toll   She can do the monkey off o' the cuff   But her mind had a missing link      Am I in sync?   Paint a picture on a subway train   Carve my name in a video game   Am I in sync?   Out looking for the camera crews   Sell my soul for a second on the evening news   Am I in sync?   Live 'til the bubble pops   Hold my breath when the big one drops   Am I in sync?   Immortality is what I'm buying   But I'd rather be immortal by not dying      Laboratory rats made Roger a fink   And the laws of science drove him to drink   Working for the taste of public acclaim   And a cure that bore his name   Nobel prizes would have been nice   But he lost his mind to renegade mice   Roger traded dreams of 'Man of the Year'   For an understanding shrink      Am I in sync?   Paint a picture on a subway train   Carve my name in a video game   Am I in sync?   Out looking for the camera crews   Sell my soul for a second on the evening news   Am I in sync?   Live 'til the bubble pops   Hold my breath when the big one drops   Am I in sync?   Immortality is what I'm buying   But I'd rather be immortal by not dying      (Steve: Alright. Let's try it again.   Woody, what are you doin'?   You told me you knew how to use this thing.   Woody: Sorry.)      (Steve: Alright. Get it right this time. Three, four.   Yeah now that wasn't so hard was it?   Woody, what's goin' on?   Woody: Sorry.   It's this machine.   You can fix it in the mix.   Listen, I kinda like it.   Have you ever heard of, uh, poly-rhythms?   I hear Bowie's gonna do this on his next album.   Steve: What a relief.)