Society made him A mantra is repeated at length And echoes for a million years until another guy Comes to fuck it up It's perfect, you hate it That side was well explained The mantra does not remain the same It hears itself and covers up He says, "It's right on track" He says, "It's right on track" The words do not complete the act at all He says, "It's right on track" He says, "It's right on track" The words do not complete the act at all The TV is not on We all need television I can't go to work, 'cause baby I'm too tired I sit on the prospect Let it not all affect me I can't make it work, but I believe that I tried He says, "It's coming back" He says, "It's coming back" The words I don't believe at all He says, "It's coming back" He says "It's coming back" The words I don't believe at all He says, "It's coming back" He says, "It's coming back" The words I don't believe at all