Tired of the complication So we birthed a Prozac nation And fell in love with the CNN Shoot a man but keep it quiet Write a book someone will buy it We search for golden heroes But in the end no one knows I guess that's what TV is for my friend So keep the suit kid you wear it so well You hate your life but no one can tell, can tell [Chorus] Yeah, they got a better way A better way, you know, you know Yeah, they got a better way A better way, you know, you know Buried in our superstition Dug by a politician So raise your hands to the vampires my friends So dress it up and pull it apart And if it sells we'll call it art So find out what's "it" again And don't worry, surgery can fix it So we fall in love with ourselves again We inject some contradiction We all hate but it's a sweet addiction [Chorus] Yeah, what you dream could become Unless you find yourself too numb again What you dream could become Unless you find yourself too numb again, again [Chorus]