Got to be cool, to be in, got to play the game
Got to be wild, to be free but remain the same
Never question, never doubt, never decide
It's a game were you are what you're fucking not

Are you the god, or the dog that we're locking for
The adrenaline and the scandal or the cheapest hore  
Some fancy clothes, and car could make you a man
The coolest guy for our fucking plane

The sad parade
And what about the stuff that some guys had made
cobain, Hendrix, Morrison  and many more
that this parasites have killed with their fucking score

clap your hands baby this a new killing style
it's the sickest fashion for you dance, grab and shew for a while
we belong to the beer, sex, money and sweat tonight
wow roll baby roll 'cause I'm getting getting so hard

all thanks to this band that we don't know

Now I'm the god, or the dog that we're locking for
The adrenaline and the scandal or the cheapest hore  
With fancy clothes, and car made me the man
The coolest guy for my fucking plane

The sad parade
And what about the stuff that some guys had made
cobain, Hendrix, Morrison  and many more
that some parasites like had forgot

clap your hands baby this a new killing style
it's the sickest fashion for you dance, grab and shew for a while
we belong to the beer, sex, money and sweat tonight
wow roll baby roll 'cause I'm getting getting so hard

and all remains the same on MTV

there's a new song on the radio