Saturn Youth

My dog took a lot of LSD
And fell asleep, mysteriously

And none of my friends ever listen to me
When I say I need somebody

And the power's out;
The devil's living in your apartment
In the thunderstorm
In these coldest days

Riddled with anxiety
My band put out our new CD

But we're sick of the music industry;
All they wanna do is take our money

And the drummer's gone, he's on the run
You're locked out of your own apartment;
You're broke, tired, and hungry in America

You're dying alone in America