Hey, believe me,
I have seen your sort before
You're all over history
Like dust on the kitchen floor
Tell me more

Your lips are moving,
You go on and on and on
You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod
But don't swing it at me
Cuz it's not for me, no I disagree

Cuz I heard you before when you said
There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
You dress up for Armageddon
I dress up for summer
Yeah!

Hey and now you got their attention
You know, you gotta keep 'em believing
But as a matter of fact, what they believe you're not
Believing no more
Tell tell tell tell tell tell more

I hear you're one in a million
Tell me more
But there's a million of you
Tell, tell me more
You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod
But don't swing it at me
It's not for me, no I disagree

Cuz I heard you before wehen you said
There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
You dress up for Armageddon
I dress up for summer

Who is that man with the microphone?
Today he is here but tomorrow he is gone
But I disagree

Cuz I heard you before wehen you said
There is a hole in your heart and itâ??s bleeding
You dress up for Armageddon
I dress up for summer

You feel tortured and filled with regret
You say life is void of meaning
Are they not sick of you yet?
Man that's such a, man that's such a bummer