'Til the day when we'll live in a video
Twenty four hours every day of the year
We're counting the days down
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
Well I've seen some old friends sort of die
Turn around, turn the volume down
And as I'm growing older I'm bored
I'll be stone faced and pale, you'll pout in stereo
When I can't relax and I'd like to go back
Turn around, turn the volume down
That's gone, turn around, turn the volume down
And of sense of humor can there be any doubt
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here
Twenty four hours every day of the year
We're counting the days down
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Closing in on the pain and the torture
I'll be stone faced and pale you'll pout in stereo
But that's gone, we don't think that way no more
We don't think that way no more
The girl tearing curtains down, looks funny as hell
We're counting the days down
I'll be stone faced and pale, you'll pout in stereo
Just to keep me from laughing out loud
Yeah well natural selection has weeded it out?
But that's gone, yeah that's gone
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
And whatever all of us had then in common grew up and left home
Novocaine our brains and we're out like lights
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here
Or just turn into whatever must have been inside them
And I remember when misery thrilled me much more
He's slamming the door like it's something to strive for
