When I came out of my mother's womb   They put a sticker on my head that said   Roman-catholic-white-trash-piece-of-garbage isn't going   anywhere   I believed them for a while   But then I started getting all these anti-messages from my   psyche   This is a message to all the youth of 1998   Give up your day job   and follow the grief trail home   Follow the grief trail home   If you're sixteen years old with final exams   Society's got you by the balls   You can learn that grown up stuff in your 40's if you want   to   Take no heed what teacher says   They`re teaching you the garbage that I learned some years   ago   Children has society got you by the scruff of the neck   Have they got you all pumped up on prozac   Has the government got you thinking that they really care   about you   Have you stopped listening to your own inner voice   by watching all that disaster TV   Well I have a message for you, well I have a message for you   amen   Tune in, turn on and smash it all up, because nothing really   matters   Like you think it does anyway