And there's sand & salt between your teethnBeneath the smiling sunnThe air is blue w/ fun & games for what's about 2 comenI remember fire lights when the day was about to dienI remember spider legs of smoke across the skynAnd the Great Blue plashesnSoftly greeting waves of distorted faces with me''nnI was watching some TV, watching TV todaynEveryone tryin' to be real funkynBut don''t have jack to saynBut go'head, go'head play some shit insteadn'cause you will never never ever ever funknGo'head, Go'headnPlay some shit insteadn'Cause if you do you'll never ever ever funknnWe've got professional wrestling and soap operasnCorny commercials and plastic mallsnWe celebrate mediocrity and worship crapnThis country went to camp and never came backn'Come over here boy have a guitarnYou're gonna go far You're gonna fly high''nAnd then you're gonna dienThat's the fee for eMpTy-V(ision)