You see it dominate the six o'clock news
It's on the cover of your magazines
The television is a horror show
The paper reads like something by Stephen King
You've got forty lashes ÃÔÇÜÂÔÇÿcross your back
Guess your mommy can't control her rage
Could it be because she just found out
Your drunken daddy's got a girlfriend
Who's half her age?
It's all alright - we're all alright
It's all alright - we're all alright
I see a moralistic bourgeoisie
Blocking clinics in a human chain
While the orphanages overflow
The children playing in the acid rain
Change the channel, God's right hand man
Says send him money or I'll burn in hell
And on the news I find it's all been spent
(That's where you money went)
They caught him playing
