Sing us the song of the century That sings like American eulogy The dawn of my love and conspiracy Of forgotten hope and the class of 13 Tell me a story into that goodnight Sing us a song for me
Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria
Red alert is the color of panic Elevated to the point of static Beating into the hearts of the fanatics And the neighborhood's a loaded gun Idle thought leads to full-throttle screaming And we welfare is asphyxiating Mass confusion is all the new rage And it's creating a feeding ground For the bottom feeders of hysteria
Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria
True sounds of maniacal laughter And the deaf-mute is misleading the choir The punch line is a natural disaster And it's sung by the unemployed Fight fire with a riot The class war is hanging on a wire Because the martyr is a compulsive liar When he said "It's just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria"
Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria Mass Hysteria
There's a disturbance on the Oceanside They tapped into the reserve The static response is so unclear now Mayday this is not a test! As the neighborhood burns, American is falling Vigilantes warning you Calling Christian and Gloria
Part II: Modern World
I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world
I'm the class of 13 In the era of dissent A hostage of the soul On a strike to pay the rent The last of the rebels Without a common ground I'm gonna light a fire Into the underground
I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world
I am a nation Without bureaucratic ties Deny the allegation as it's written
I want to take a ride to the great divide Beyond the "up to date" And then neo-gentrified The high definition for the low resident Where the value of your mind Is not held in contempt I can hear the sound of A beating heart That bleeds beyond a system That's falling apart With money to burn On a minimum wage 'Cause I don't give a shit About the modern age
I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world I don't want to live in the modern world Mass Hysteria I don't want to live in the modern world Mass Hysteria I don't want to live in the modern world Mass Hysteria I don't want to live in the modern world Mass Hysteria
Американское восхваление
[Часть 1. Массовая истерия*]
Пойте с нами песню века Об Американском восхвалении, О рассвете моей любви и о заговорах, О забытых надеждах и тринадцатого класса. Расскажи мне историю на ночь глядя, Спой нам песню для меня.
Красная тревога** - это цвет паники, Поднятой до уровня застоя. Биение в сердцах фанатиков И в соседском заряженном пистолете. Бесполезные мысли заставляют кричать во все горло И благоденствие душит. Массовые замешательства - теперь писк моды, Которая создаёт благодатную почву Для глубинных каналов подпитки истерии.