all of the punks are domesticated all of the freaks have gone to bed all of the pioneers are saved for information tech or wrinkled and dead now every room is sterilized all risk is paralyzed meanwhile the pop tarts climb the pop charts the blood clots block your heart parts and no one really has anything to say all of the rockstars are behind the bar serving computers with acoustic guitars it s a travesty rock and roll matinee songs about sunny days or love in a pretty way all of our expression is uniform all of our food is mostly chloroform it s not even a secret it s easily accessible just like anything on the planet and no one really minds it s just a sign of the times to numb your dime a dozen mind in a world that gave everyone a voice we have no other choice we re all so important tell me about yourself tell me about yourself tell me about yourself i will be forgotten in two generations what will have been my big mark a couple little tears dangling in the dark an impressive collection of digital remarks an apple falls at the park where your body lay deep within the clay it s just another day where all of the punks are domesticated all the freaks have gone to bed1