Theres a sound out of the radio Nothing like its heard here before And theyre all spinnin round, goin As they to the music store And they buy it and and groove a bit Till the next song just like it Then its gone, gone, then its gone And they wont squat about it Nothing thats hot about it, gone, gone.
a new iteration of beauty queen Everybodys been about Shes the body and face of the scene With the glamour that clamors too And cant get enough of her the noveltys no longer new Then its gone, gone, gone, its gone And if yesterday she owned the Now its for her to park it, Gone, gone, its gone!
for telling me What selling mes So compelling, Im hip to the Your invention got my attention but no retention No on the screen!
Theres a parade screaming out at us Every storys the one yet And the sturm and the that they shout at us Are the stories we wont forget Until what do you know, weve them Cant remember who, what, or why Its all gone, gone, gone, here and Because everything and nothings Only to infotain us, gone, gone, gone.
Fill my brain fluff Make it rain stuff inane enough it wont last a wink Keep it coming, the constant drumming, humming I have to think!
a fever thats reaching its pinnacle And I dont even know about Well forgive me if Im cynical But Im just trying to it out Will the network of neurons be Will the synapses send me a Before its gone, gone, already And in case Ive the big one, darn it Hope I catch the gone. If you find reflecting too Wait a minute for the thing gone!