nHere comes a regular and I'm not much of a screamernbut I'll try to stumble throughnI know you haven't been downtownnor I'd see a big smile on your facenany time any place I think like you thinknMe and the new big thing are gonna kill everything in sightnWe'll be the crushers of fun and the bringers of doomnLast anchor of news -- it's a chance to make everyone else losennAfter the carnage has rotted awaynI see that he's still clean a smooth running machinenbut the bastard can't dance and I'm an animalnThe tragedy is that the bastard and I share bloodnnCan't even say that the bad crazy sun made him do itnDidn't make him do anythingnThe sun's just a ball that sits in the skynIt's no excuse 'cause you make it insidenuse it inside until you lose it insidennYou're so sad and lonelynSuch a sad-eyed phonynYou remove yourself from harmnYou're not really from the farm