There's holes up in the sky

The Devil punched down to the monkeys


And now they've got drive through


And a video store where there used to be real live actors




Used to ride around here up on my high horse


With all the other good little butcher boys

A plagiarist of course





So roll over sweet thing

Like a nuclear reprisal, inbound from outer space


There's a comparison here I'm trying to swing




God damn, it's deafening


Wish you'd shut up about everything


The future is X rated




There's holes up in the sky


No one's seen your son in days

Things just keep getting weirder and weirder


Now Christmas is for shopping


The shopping, God is everything




So roll over and lose it


'Cuz power is just another one of those things baby

It's pointless if you ain't gonna use it





God damn, it's deafening

Wish you'd shut up about everything


The future is X rated




Used to ride around here on my high, high horse





God damn, it's deafening

Wish you'd shut up, shut up, shut up


The future is X rated, the future is X rated


The future is X rated, the future is X rated