back at it where the apple is rotten   to the core in the city of Gotham, he’s watchin’   ricochet off the walls like a metal ball in a grid   futuristic or humanistic its all for the kids   hot steppin’ my achilles with flame wings   blazin’ a trail baby you do the same thing   clap ya’ hands stomp ya feet no frontin’   now lets dance and put the funk in function   maniac I aint dyin’ in a crash like Brainiac   on a path to destruction, maybe these are the last days of Yak   I’m just another victim of the system   maybe ’cause I have no direction acceptance can’t save me   just another victim of the system maybe   ’cause I’m runnin’ with Leftists, I’m skeptic lately   gnarly but we just want to party like its 1999   and I think its time, for the worlds to collide with the land’s support   I need girl who believes in what I’m standin’ for   deleted some fickle friends so its time for upgrades   holdin’ my stomach in pain while I ride the subway   singin’ momma momma I’m so sick   that’s why I tour the country and avoid the kitsch   asking doctor doctor will I die?   I know this life is not promised but still I try      ya’gotta, clap your hands if you want to   clap your hands if you want to   clap your hands if you want to   clap your hands if you want to      I will not love you   I cannot touch you   I really want to   you bring me up then you break me down      down for the cause if the cause is poppin’   on some WM shit and jaws are droppin’   told pop I’m quittin’ my job I’m sick of bein’ a slave   now the remedy is decay not me in a phase   played the show it was stellar last night   swear to God I must’ve been a cow in my past life   clap ya’ hands stomp ya feet no frontin   now lets dance and put the funk in function   neophytes don’t even sweat it everything’s gonna be alright   you got the fever the skeleton key to life   but you’re just another victim of the system   maybe you lost your mind when you loaned your brain to the TV   just another victim of the system   maybe I used love to blind you call me crazy   gnarly but we just want to party like its 1999   and I think its time, for the worlds to collide with the lands support   I need girl who believes in what I’m standin’ for   deleted some fickle friends so its time for upgrades   holdin’ my stomach in pain while I ride the subway   singin’ momma momma I’m so sick   that’s why I tour the country and avoid the kitsch   askin’ doctor doctor will I die?   I know this life is not promised but still I try      chorus*