I'll be stone faced and pale you'll pout in stereo
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here

Closing in on the pain and the torture
He's slamming the door like it's something to strive for
The girl tearing curtains down, looks funny as hell
And of sense of humor can there be any doubt
Yeah well natural selection has weeded it out?
Just to keep me from laughing out loud

But that's gone, we don't think that way no more
That's gone, turn around, turn the volume down
We're counting the days down
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
I'll be stone faced and pale, you'll pout in stereo
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here

Well I've seen some old friends sort of die
Or just turn into whatever must have been inside them
And whatever all of us had then in common grew up and left home

We don't think that way no more
Turn around, turn the volume down
We're counting the days down
'Til the day when we'll live in a video
I'll be stone faced and pale, you'll pout in stereo
Twenty four hours every day of the year
Now what fun, I can't wait 'til the future gets here