Hey kids, you want a soundtrack
That's gonna make you feel tense?
Let you express your frustration?
Make ya scared, wanna run out and buy a gun?
You're looking for another rock 'n' roll record
That'll make you feel like a victim
You're like a victim you love to be a victim
You love the United States prime time victim show
Hey, bells, helicopters, machine guns
Listen to that, listen to that
Kill for Allah, kill for Jesus
1980s shit, turn it down, tone it down
Hey, listen to me
All that 1980s shit is over
Brothers and sisters, we'll turn the volume down
Brothers and sisters, we're gonna shut down
This mechanical stuff
That makes us feel like victims
Take those machine guns, and turn 'em down
Yeah, turn off those cop shows
Listen to those helicopters, listen to the sirens
Makin' ya feel nervous, and anguish
1980s shit, turn it down
Tone it down, now I ask you
I ask you in quiet tone of voice
Is the helicopter a machine of pleasure?
Is the helicopter a love machine?
Turn it on
Silence those church bells, fuck the sirens
Let's have some quiet, quiet silence
Yeah, yeah, I wanna hold you close
You wanna hold someone close
Hey, we wanna we wanna feel good
I wanna make you laugh
Turn down that victim shit
Oh yeah, yeah that's better
Hey we wanna look each other in the eye
Doing a high five, when I whisper
When I whisper it sorta stings in your ear
I wanna tremble your earbones
Open your trembling earbones
Listen, turn that helicopter off, baby
We will not be angry victims no more
We're gonna, we're gonna say yeah
Turn it off, turn it off
Turn that helicopter down
We're gonna say yeah
We're gonna say yeah
We're gonna say yeah
We're gonna make it all
We're god, we're gonna have
A moment of silence now
Turn down the machines
Turn down the helicopter
Turn down the prime time
Shut those guns down
Yeah, yeah, isn't that better?
