• All the little kiddies dancing and singing
    With hopscotch, handball and such,
    Jump rope and tag, those days are all over.
    We have "minds of our own" now that we're older.
    So come sweet children to modern playtime,
    With our razors and meds, standards sublime.

    Now "The Law" has to pick up the slack.
    How are you feeling? How 'bout some Prozac?
    You look a bit tense, I suggest Ritalin.
    You seem kind of down, here try some Lithium.
    So turn on your music, blast it, headbang
    Keep up the volume 'till the neighbors complain.
    All the disorder keeps those egos from swelling.
    All sing now, sing with me today,
    The choir of anarchy,
    Only "The Man" to blame.

    The fads, the labels, so immature,
    Ignore the stupidity and rise over the lure.
    Reprogram the robots,
    And join all the chaos.
    Keep locking all those doors,
    Not until adulthood will you know what this is for.
    The cycle goes on, rebellious subside,
    All to make room for a new reason to hide.