They bended zinc into a miniature can

Put carbon rods up in the back of a man

He's licking his prongs, it's shocking his tongue

He wanted a charged, but it's making him numb

He don't know AC from fucking DC

You get a body, but it isn't for keeps

And every night you gotta die in your sleep

You'll be excarnated, and still unaware

The seat of your soul is playing musical chairs

You don't get AC from fluxing DC

Don't give me AC and say it's DC

Which one will clutch me?

Which will release me?

Whatever AC

Whatever DC

Don't let it touch me

It won't release me

They keep sweeping the starlight under the rugs

They keep doping the kids with these invisible drugs

They keep pumping the mud into the sockets and plugs

There's a dictator born each time a teenager shrugs

What is the sound of one hand slapping

Your face before your parents were born

You don't AC from fucking DC

What is the sound of one hand slapping

Your face before your parents were born

You don't AC from fucking DC