Oceans are full of islands,
Islands packed full of rotting souls.
And Heaven is where the dead go
To try to escape corporate mind control.

Sex and violence, sex and violence, sex and violence --
Remote control.
Sex and violence, sex and violence, sex and violence --
Remote control.

The prisons are full of victims,
Victimized by political lies.
And the cities are full of zombies,
Eating hearts the vampires long sucked dry.

Sex and violence, sex and violence, sex and violence --
Remote control.
Sex and violence, sex and violence, sex and violence --
Remote control.

The capitol is full of play-dough;
Cooking books, selling votes for lies.
And in the boardrooms, they point their fingers --
It's not us, no, it's the other guy.

Sex and violence, sex and violence, sex and violence --
Remote control.
Sex and violence, sex and violence, sex and violence --
Remote control --
Remote control --
Remote control.