Hey believe me, I have seen your sort before. nYou're all over history like dust on the kitchen floor - tell me more. nYour lips are moving, you go on and on and on and on and on. nYou swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don't swing it at me. nnCuz it's not for me, no I dissagree. nnCuz I heard you before when you saidnthere is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding. nYou dress up for Armageddon,nI dress up for summer. nYeah! nnHey and now you got their attentionnYou know, you gotta keep 'em believingnBut as a matter of fact, what they believe you're notnbelieving no more - Tell tell tell tell tell tell me more. nI hear you're one in a million - tell me more. nBut there's a million of you - tell, tell me more. nYou swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don't swing it at me. nnIt's not for me, no I dissagree.nnCuz I heard you before when you saidnThere is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding.nYou dress up for Armageddon,nI dress up for summer.nnWho is that man with the microphone? nToday he's here but tomorrow he is gone.nnBut it's not for me no I dissagree.nnCuz I heard you before when you saidnThere is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding. nYou dress up for Armageddon, nI dress up for summer.nnYou feel tortured and filled with regret.nYou say life is void of meaning.nAre they not sick of you yet? nMan that's such, man that's such a bummer.