Angels and demons holding hands
and whistling 'Dixie'
We haven't had that kind of fun

'round here since 1960
We wait in longer lines than the Russian's ever did
Selling our children's souls to the highest bid

I can't describe the way it feels

These songs will blare out of your eyes

When I get to the green building

My arrival will be televised

When I get to the green building
When I get to the green building


Na Na Na... Na Na Na...

Satan's cheerleaders prancing 'round

the maypole in December
We haven't had that kind of spectacle
here since I can remember

Our fearless leaders say they're equal to the task
And every point of view on this
depends on who you ask

It doesn't matter any way

Our prophecies are realised

When I get to the green building

The stars will shine out of your eyes

When I get to the green building
When I get to the green building


Na Na Na... Na Na Na...

Isn't it interesting to see whose heart shall pass?

When they try to hide them, but
they're made of glass
isn't it interesting to see who lives or dies?

On the rollercoasters and the water slides
isn't it interesting to watch them play their game?
When they're all such cheaters

and they have no shame
And isn't it interesting to hear the demons sing?
When the doorbell rings

At the green building
isn't it interesting?
isn't it interesting?

When the doorbell rings
At the green building
isn't it interesting?

isn't it interesting?