I realize i’m obscene
Thinking things i shouldn’t think
Think of things that we all see
All the time on your t.v.
Sluts are cool, whore is cool
If you’re drunk, it’s all good
Suck a cock, think of mom

The hymen’s broke, on cum she chokes
And she’s only thirteen
No longer a virgin, and who’s to blame?
Reality? or t.v.?
Media banks on it, ruining youth
Too much acceptance of moral abuse
Will be our downfall, weak and complacent

Chasing a farce, a false dream
And this dream will be just what you prayed for…
Lies!!!
And so we preach fornication
Lost souls recruited in force
And so we reach jubilation
Let me rejoice because our kids are all whores
I’m sorry, what?

Explain your intentions…
The new wave hookers,
Five!
A teenage queen of the torture soul
The horror is so hot
Don’t beg when you come around…
So you’ll get ahead in life, just making an offering
Sexual favors and a touch of class

You want the fame and money, the glitz and glam
But they never taught you a certain respect…no
Media – silver – gold
The center attention
The force fed misdirection
It’s me, always me
On your t.v. screen (x4)
I’m sorry, what?

Explain your intentions…
The new wave hookers,
Five!
A teenage queen of the torture soul
The horror is so hot
Six and eight hard (nickel each)…

So you’ll get ahead in life, just making an offering
Sexual favors and a touch of class
You want the fame and money, the glitz and glam
But they never taught you a certain respect
Girls gone wild featuring your child
Tell that little bitch she hasn’t lost her touch