My gums bleed for the victims of the bad taste generation

Everyone seems so concerned without motivation



Raise your fist with broken glass and change the t.v. station

I think we've all been hypnotized, processed and desensitized

Don't pray for me because you need a miracle

Rotting from this badland, the Interstate Disease



Telling me...Don't tell me I don't want to know

Showing me...Bad things I don't want to see



Carrying guns, shooting dope, watching MTV

Little girls are singing

what we've been taught for years

The Interstate Disease

Spread across the land

We can't help each other unless we understand



We've made our ignorance acceptable

Apathetic and fashionable

Sit right back and watch it turn

Teach the lids and make them learn

If you promise to be good

I'll give you nothing in return