I was bellied up on a Tuesday, it was the day before my birth.
That was when a conversation found me, I didn't know how much it'd be worth
I remember when the undertaker said he'd be the last to let me down
I said why don't I cremate myself instead and I can save you the trouble now
Then I wondered just exactly what would be, what would be that very last song?
Cause all them shows they have about reality, they are killing my video stars!
They're killing my video stars!
We disconnected from reality when we were newborns
Because all the images that we see are way out of the norm
Folks these days just will take anything, they don't care what you think
There's no filter on what they f*cking say, I guess it's just this upbringing
Then I wondered just exactly what would be, what would be that very last song?
Cause all them shows they have about reality, they're killing the Rock n' Roll Star!
They're killing the rock n' roll stars!
We're not ready! We're not ready! We're not ready to die!
Cause we're not born, born ready, born ready to die!