Young hunks, cyberpunks and sweet things
Trying hard to change your luck
Baby thugs, bad spuds and mean things
Living for today or maybe even yesterday

Look around, shakey ground, do the right thing
In this world you're just a guest
Do it now, time's run out for the pig thing
Living for today, stealing from tomorrow

Law and order puppets, remote-controlled by greed
And TV preacher robots won't give you what you need
Use your head, sidestep the traps
Snake through the chaos with a smooth noodle map
Besides the King's been dead
They blew off his head in '63

Big bucks, energy sucks and dumb things
Make it hard to live and breathe
Add it up, no matter what there's one thing
Living for today there's maybe no tomorrow

Subhuman, bloodless leaders, fed on lies and fear
And TV anchor news teams trim all we see and hear
Use your head, sidestep the traps
Snake through the chaos with a smooth noodle map
Besides, God isn't dead
He's in your head, right where he ought to be
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh