He cant take the street no more Street too full full of junk Thinks hell hide in his room Room too full full of junk He turns to his t.v. t.v. full full of junk Processed zombies pushing junk Junk food junk clothes Dressed in junk from head to toe Eat what youre given Eat what you get Eat what youre given Eat what you get Eat what youre given Eat what you get Eat what youre given And be thankful what you get He screams for more Hits the night life once again Night life full full of junk Junk is all hell ever know Junk music junk dance Too many junkheads on the floor (repeat chorus to end)