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What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy" A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I couldn't understand You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh I couldn't understand You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huhA public service announcement followed me home the other day, I paid it nevermind, go away. Shit's so thick you could stir it with a stick, free Teflon whitewashed presidency. We're sick of being jerked around, Wear that on your sleeve Broadcast me a joyful noise into the times, Lord, count your blessings, We're sick of being jerked around We all fall down. Have you ever seen the televised St. Vitus subcommittee prize investigation dance? Those-ants-in-pants glances. Well, look behind the eyes, it's a hallowed, hollow anesthesized, "save my own ass, screw these guys" smoke and mirror lock down Broadcast me a joyful noise into the times, Lord, count your blessings, The papers wouldn't lie! I sigh. Not one more. It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture It's been a bad day. Please It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture It's been a bad day. Please We're dug in the deep, the price is steep. The auctioneer is such a creep. The lights went out, the oil ran dry We blamed it on the other guy Sure, all men are created equal. Here's the church, here's the steeple Please stay tuned, we cut to sequel, ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord, Count your blessings. Ignore the lower fears, Ugh, this means war. It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture It's been a bad day. Please It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture It's been a bad day. Please Broadcast me a joyful noise into the times, Lord, Count your blessings, We're sick of being jerked around, We all fall down. It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture It's been a bad day. Please It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture It's been a bad day. Please