he can't take the street no more
street too full full of junk
thinks he'll hide in his room
room too full full of junk
he turns to his t.v. t.v. full full of junk
processed zombies pushing junk
dressed in junk from head to toe
and be thankful what you get
hits the night life once again
night life full full of junk
junk is all he'll ever know
too many junkheads on the floor