We are the hands and feet
Of a throw-away generation
Everybody's fighting for a piece
Of this life oh yeah
An old man once told me
"Good things are coming, just work and wait"
But we're all afraid it'll come too late
And they're gonna burn us when we die

We just want sex, want drugs, want autotune
We rock Top 40, we block out the blues
We want sex, want drugs, want autotune
We rock Top 40, we block out the blues

So stand up and take your medicine
Clap your hands, shout out loud
Woah yeah
Stand up and take your medicine
A little sugar will help it go down
Woah yeah

My imaginary friends and me
We don't talk so much lately
Bu none of us wanna believe
That we could really be alone
So we travel in our wagon trains
Over Beverly Hills and Silicon Valleys
With bloodshot eyes and ringing ears
And a numbness in our bones

We just want sex, want drugs, want autotune
We rock Top 40, we block out the blues
We want sex, want drugs, want autotune
We rock Top 40, we block out the blues

So stand up and take your medicine
Clap your hands, shout out loud
Woah yeah
Stand up and take your medicine
A little sugar will help it go down
Woah yeah

We are the hands and feet
Of a throw-away generation
We are the hands and feet
Of a throw-away generation yeah
We are the hands and feet
Of a throw-away generation
Everybody's fighting for a piece
Of this life

So stand up and take your medicine
Clap your hands, shout out loud
Woah yeah
Stand up and take your medicine
A little sugar will help it go down
Woah yeah