There's nothing on the radio  Turn that fucker off  There's nothing on my MTV  Sedated for so long  Blow up bombs and paper dolls  A groovy kind of love  Pragmatic vision, something's missing  Dead for so long    Oh, Another Wasted Day  Another year goes slowly down the drain  Another Wasted Day    People call on the telephone  Turn that ringer off  I'd rather be here left alone  Than die in your company  Blow up bombs and paper dolls  A groovy kind of drug  Pragmatic vision, something's missing  Functional for so long    Oh, Another Wasted Day  Another year goes slowly down the drain  Another Wasted Day