Young hunks, cyberpunks and sweet things

Trying hard to change your luck

Baby thugs, bad spuds and mean things

Living for today or maybe even yesterday

Look around, shakey ground, do the right thing

In this world you're just a guest

Do it now, time's run out for the pig thing

Living for today, stealing from tomorrow

Law and order puppets, remote-controlled by greed

And TV preacher robots won't give you what you need

Use your head, sidestep the traps

Snake through the chaos with a smooth noodle map

Besides the King's been dead

They blew off his head in '63

Big bucks, energy sucks and dumb things

Make it hard to live and breathe

Add it up, no matter what there's one thing

Living for today there's maybe no tomorrow

Subhuman, bloodless leaders, fed on lies and fear

And TV anchor news teams trim all we see and hear

Use your head, sidestep the traps

Snake through the chaos with a smooth noodle map

Besides, God isn't dead

He's in your head, right where he ought to be

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh