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