Kickin down the darkness Kick it on down the drain Kill the superstition Gotta get a state of grace (Chorus) It’s the oldest story in the world There is nowhere left to hide So we take it all in stride When there’s no more asking why There is nothing left to do But love~baby love~baby love you Crash the television Thrash those games and fools Gotta get a resolution Better go go back to school (Chorus) Fair-weather friends and fair-weather cool Righteous the right buy all the bad news Rich up the rich and dumb down the poor Take it no more