Many voices, gurus and heroes What a lucky time we are in Every question has an answer in a minute Why should I have to think 'Cause we all feel peculiar But we all are alike I don't feel that peculiar I'm turning the volume down Everybody giving you directions On how to live on how to feel Random people whining from a soapbox And we the puppets listening 'Cause we all feel peculiar On these crazy days I don't feel that peculiar Try to listen to what you say I'm leaving all this crowd No more nonsense no more What I hear is just this BLAH, BLAH, BLAH Everyday I'm loosing my perception On what is true and what is false Day by day I'm feeding my addiction Media Mary Jane in me 'Cause we all feel peculiar But we all are slaves I don't feel that peculiar Now it's my time to escape I'm leaving all this crowd No more nonsense no more What I hear is just this BLAH, BLAH, BLAH