Smoke and mirrors on a vanity stage,
Assembled for one function
A cookie cutter caffeinated teen,
Deployed for mass consumption
Have you ever wanted something more?
Something different from the same old sad display?
Your voice is too loud to ignore
I remember when the song was all we had

So when did rock-n-roll become this fucking fashion show?
You talk so much but you don't understand
That's what I think about it!

A million ankles grabbing knuckles white,
Await a public fisting
They push the product, shoveled down your throat
Just to show you nothings missing

Have you ever wanted something real?
Somehow sounding different starts to sound the same

So when did rock-n-roll become this fucking fashion show?
You talk so much but you don't understand
I'll smash my radio devoid of any heart and soul,
So now you know exactly how I feel
That's what I think about it!

Is there anyone who's tired of being used?
Is there anyone who's sick of the abuse?
So don't apologize for what you can't excuse
Don't throw this all away

So when did rock-n-roll become this fucking fashion show?
It's all so wrong Why don't you understand?
I'll smash my radio devoid of any heart and soul,
So now you know exactly how I feel
That's what I think about it
That's what I think about you