Album: Kill Yourself... Again
Did you ever get the feeling that there's nowhere to run?
And the future of our kind is oblivion
The odds are against you, it's looking pretty dim
And your chances of survival are getting pretty slim
It's called pho-pho-pho-pho-PHOBIA!
Phobia in the atmosphere
Pho-pho-pho-pho-PHOBIA!
Phobia, in a climate of fear!
The economy is on the brink of disaster
And the ceiling overhead is made of asbestos plaster
Living for tomorrow is not a valid answer
When everything you eat is giving you cancer
It's called pho-pho-pho-pho-PHOBIA!
Phobia in the atmosphere
Pho-pho-pho-pho-PHOBIA!
Phobia, in a climate of fear!
I'll grant you this, it's looking pretty bleak
But it might get better maybe later next week
After all we're living under a knife
Where insecurity is a way of life
It's called pho-pho-pho-pho-PHOBIA!
Phobia in the atmosphere
Pho-pho-pho-pho-PHOBIA!
Phobia, in a climate of fear!
We're all living in a climate of fear!