He gets in the passenger side I have the wheel in front of me My hand on the gear shift His on my knee I'm playing my songs on the car stereo He sings along everywhere we go I'll get him into industry If he allows himself to be swallowed by me He said I want to be you in this parable of two He said give me the knowledge in your head So I collapsed the car into a line I stripped his manhood, he was no longer he As they entered my body and were subject to my mind And they went on stage and they were topless on album covers And their parents were wealthy bankers so They had a lot of time on their hands As they spread their new music neo-labia They accompany her, the middle-aged scales mistress Her of range, and they of warped privileged rage They sing in straight lines, queer as anything I've heard their noise, I've heard their noise And I wasn't impressed and they challenged me to a music-off I shouted it wasn't fair, bring out my beloved scales mistress She died, I think, in the car accident Jealousy as an airbag And now all that's left is the future's pioneer And everyone is entranced by the noise I don't get it I don't get it It is twenty-one hundred AD It's called pop Popular But no one listens But they are everywhere