I don´t know
Because she says so
He´s a faggot boy
The TV says so
He´s a junkie piece of shit because he says so

All that first-class jet set brings me down, down, down
All that first-class drug shit brings me down, down, down

It´s a big machine, it´s a big machine
We´re all slaves to a big machine
It´s a big machine, it´s a big machine
We´re all slaves to a big machine
All tied up to a big machine
I got houses
Got cars
I got a wife
I got kids
Got money in the bank

Get away without borders
I´m a slave, New World Order
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be

Hope I teach my son how to be a man
Now before he hits 35
Comic book lives don´t really have any real life do they now