Bombs Up In My Face

Everybody's beautiful when they're young,
and I should know,
I've had more than my share of fun
There's all this fascination with the impossibly thin,
with the surface of things
Airbrush, Photoshop creation, and all that we are losing,
aren't we just confusing?
Youth with beauty, truth with duty
There's something on the telly about North Korea,
some war broke up, don't trust the media
I'd like to get a suntan, some dude was shot in Pakistan
The tracks got nod-age
Move my bod-age
Tracks got nod-age
Tracks got nod-age
They got them bombs up in the planes,
they got them bombs up in the trains,
they got them bombs up in my face,
don't want to talk about it
They got them bombs up in the planes,
they got them bombs up in the trains,
they got them bombs up in my face,
don't want to talk about it
I was walking through the city,
passed a phone shop and a homeless man was lying there,
looked almost dead and no one seemed to bother
I ran into a rock and roll band,
two or three of them, maybe four
This one punk just nineteen years old,
he gave me his persuasion
He stared at me with his one black eye,
looked down at me like I didn't have a life,
and he was right; at least not the kind of like he'd been parading
Same sex union (ooh), change the Constitution
You can carry a gun but you better not fall in love with someone
The President who fucked the world for every future boy and girl,
is golfing in Aruba with a suntan and scuba
The tracks got nod-age
Move my bod-age
The tracks got nod-age
Move my bod-age
They got them bombs up in the planes,
they got them bombs up in the trains,
they got them bombs up in my face,
don't want to talk about it
They got them bombs up in the planes,
they got them bombs up in the trains,
they got them bombs up in my face,
don't want to talk about it
Now everybody dies or fades away
of permutation white and gray
a synergy of light and dust,
and stem cells constant liaison
You fell in love with the dream to fuck forever endlessly,
but you don't and that's okay,
the rest is better anyway;
Botox, bundles, CNN, infomercial, count to ten
Change the channel, VCR, something on my radar
The tracks got nod-age
Move my bod-age
The tracks got nod-age
They got them bombs up in the planes,
they got them bombs up in the trains,
they got them bombs up in my face,
don't want to talk about it
They got them bombs up in the planes,
they got them bombs up in the trains,
don't want to talk about it