A public service announcement followed me home the other day.

I paid it nevermind. Go Away.

Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed presidency.

We're sick of being jerked around, wear that on your sleeve.

Bridge:
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around we all fall down.

Verse:

Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize

Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances.

Well, look behind the eyes. It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized

'save my own ass, screw these guys' smoke and mirror lock down.

Bridge:

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, count your blessings.
The Papers wouldn't lie! I sigh, Not one more.

Chorus: (x2)

It's been a bad day.

Please don't take a picture.

It's been a bad day.

Please.

Verse:

We're dug in deep the price is steep. The auctioneer is such a creep.

The lights went out, the oil ran dry we blamed it on the other guy.

Sure, all men are created equal. Heres the church, heres the steeple.

Please stay tuned-we cut to sequel. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Bridge:

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, count your blessings.

Ignore the law of fear. Ugh, this means war.

Chorus:

It's been a bad day.

Please don't take a picture.

It's been a bad day.

Please.

Bridge:
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around we all fall down.

Chorus:

It's been a bad day.

Please don't take a picture.

It's been a bad day.

Please.