[Verse 1]
Everyone, look into the television now
Hell has risen outta the elements in the ground
Fellowship of the sound
Always looking ahead with a final glance back
Before we put it to bed
It's as good as it gets
Wouldn't it get any better if you were my editor?
Oh you think you're so very clever? Well you're not
Robots roam the perimeter
Minister on the soapbox, so very sinister
Isn't it possible to feel better than alive?
There's only one way to find out, you better hide
Music has never been described as this before
Kiss your forever a goodbye, better be advised
Weather we decide to level everything or not
Everybody dies
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
[Chorus]
So, yes (yes), I'm pretty (Pretty)
Sure that this won't be pretty
And we can dance all night in the fiery glow
When they burn down this whole city
So yes (yes), I'm sure (sure)
That this is going to mean war (war)
When you're locked in the cellar with your loved ones fella
But someone's at the door
So, yes (yes), I'm pretty (Pretty)
Sure that this won't be pretty (Pretty)
And you can spend your Friday nights alone
When they burn down this whole city
[Verse 2]
Everyone, look into the television now (Now-now, now-now, now-now, now-now)
We need medicine, we need medicine
Put it on the front page and bold the lettering
The media's seen enough Leno and Dave Letterman
It's plans for the poor being lost and editing
Toss the prejudice out of this seventh story
Before we see hell on Earth, the presence of Heaven's glory
They don't give a f*ck about us dying, it's a science
Of making money by taking it from somebody as broke as I am
Open up an eye and just look at all the disease
Crooked politicians are putting on a routine
They're talking about taxes when the fact is
When half the f*cking country is still in the short cause if their tax bracket
Now we live in the old shell of a hospital
Cause you made health care impossible
People are dying in a war?
Well back home more people are dying cause they're poor
[Chorus]
So, yes (yes), I'm pretty (Pretty)
Sure that this won't be pretty
And we can dance all night in the fiery glow
When they burn down this whole city
So yes (yes), I'm sure (sure)
That this is going to mean war (war)
When you're locked in the cellar with your loved ones fella
But someone's at the door
So, yes (yes), I'm pretty (Pretty)
Sure that this won't be pretty (Pretty)
And you can spend your Friday nights alone
When they burn down this whole city
[Instrumental break]
[Chorus]
So, yes (yes), I'm pretty (Pretty)
Sure that this won't be pretty
And we can dance all night in the fiery glow
When they burn down this whole city
So yes (yes), I'm sure (sure)
That this is going to mean war (war)
When you're locked in the cellar with your loved ones fella
But someone's at the door
So, yes (yes), I'm pretty (Pretty)
Sure that this won't be pretty (Pretty)
And you can spend your Friday nights alone
When they burn down this whole city
[Outro]
Everyone, look into the television now (Now-now, now-now, now-now, now-now)