Lyrics

I tried to call you but you were gone Way too busy stickin' the labels on Deciding who will swim in the talent pool- and what is cool Cultivating more popularity Overly concerned with what not to be Trendy little fashions that please the eye- you'll televise Whatcha gonna do tomorrow? Whatcha gonna do when it's over? I just don't fit into the clique You're so hip you make me sick Whatcha gonna do tomorrow? Pay no attention to quality Churning out the pap like a factory The only standard is how ya feel- not what is real You never heard a word that I said Totally convinced that the sound was dead Creating categories that fit the times- condition minds You move 'em in and move 'em out like they were cattle Burn a brand into their hide With all apologies to L.A. and Seattle Cloning is artistic suicide