Theres a sound out of the radio Nothing like its heard here before And theyre all spinnin round, goin As rush to the music store And they buy it and listen and a bit Till the song just like it appears Then its gone, gone, gone its gone And they wont remember squat it Nothing left thats hot it, gone, gone.
a new iteration of beauty queen Everybodys been talkin Shes the body and face of the scene the glamour that clamors too loud And America cant get of her Till the noveltys no new Then its gone, gone, gone, then its And if yesterday she owned the Now its time for her to it, Gone, gone, its gone!
Thanks for me youre selling mes So compelling, Im hip to the invention got my attention but theres no retention No on the screen!
Theres a headline screaming out at us Every storys the one yet And the sturm and the drang that they at us Are the stories we soon forget Until what do you know, weve them Cant just who, what, or why Its all gone, gone, gone, here and everything and nothings famous Only to infotain us, gone, gone, gone.
Fill my brain fluff Make it with stuff Stuff inane enough it last a wink Keep it coming, the constant drumming, humming I have to think!
Theres a thats reaching its pinnacle And I dont even what about forgive me if Im being cynical But Im just trying to it out Will the network of neurons be Will the synapses send me a Before its gone, gone, gone? And in case Ive missed the big one, it I catch the reincarnate gone. If you find too perplexing Wait a for the next thing gone!