No need for confetti bombs
To be obnoxious, outrageous
But the sound will be very contagious
Like nuclear fallout radius
No need for bands with tight Spandex
Macho flex, high voices from Larynex
Tight jockstraps stuffed with socks
But plain, obscure, high tech
The future in computer hell
The future in computer hell
No slacker trendy attitudes
Or boys that play so crude
Or smokers obsessed on weed
To be hardcore with fatigues
That is the Junkie beats that grim reap
And shuffle the feet and put all asleep
In front of their MTV screens sweep
In their trash cash, middle class heap
The future in computer hell
The future in computer hell
We, the Junkie megabyte creep, hell