When will I ever be ignited
Now I feel so very restless
Tonight, tonight I’ve got itchy fingers
Tonight, tonight I need something differentHow do I get out of this endless repetition?
Work until you party the middle class condition
My brother’s a video drone, my sister’s always on the phone
Something somewhere has got to be better than this
No, it’s not like I have no ambition
Yes, the choices look so vicious
Tonight, tonight I’m ripe for big decisions
Tonight, tonight I’m pumped for a different vision
There is something empty in waiting for invasions
By some darling little creatures from Spielberg’s imagination
My brother’s a video drone, my sister’s always on the phone
Something somewhere has got to be better than this
I need somewhere to go, I need something of my own