Now it's 4 PMnI'm watching NickelodeonnLost the will, so I won't change the stationnAnd the phone will ring enough to make my eardrums screamnRather shoot it to oblivionnnCall for sympathynBut if it's there, give it all to menIt seems locked to the sound of timenSo if it seems to be too muchnJust drop a linennIt seems a photograph is always of the ones you lovenLove to lovenLove to hatenOr rather shootnSo if I looked at one, I think I'd tear it upnThat is what I'd rather do to younnWe play this song for memoriesnBut if you can, please remember menBefore I go, I'd like to see you trynTo be yourselfnOr just beat offnJudas in disguisennYou've got to make this happennYou've got to help them understandnYou've got to make reactionsnYou've got to help them see thatnSin is divinenSin is divinenSin is divinenSin is divinenIs divinennThe day is done for memoriesnBut if you can, please remember menBefore I go, I'd like to see you trynTo be yourselfnOr just beat offnJudas in disguisennYou've got to make this happennYou've got to make them understandnYou've got to make reactionsnYou've got to make them see thatnSin is divinenSin is divinenSin is divinenSin is divinenIs divine