Tekster: Sleater Kinney. The Woods. Entertain.

So you want to be entertained?
Please look away, don't look away
We're not here 'cause we want to entertain
Go away, don't go away

Reality is the new fiction they saw
Truth is truer these days, truth is man-made
If you're here 'cause you want to be entertained
Please go away, please go away

If your art is done
Johnny get your gun
Join the rank and file
On your TV dial

You come around lookin' 1984
You're such a bore, 1984
Nostalgia, you're usin' it like a whore
It's better than before, it's better than before

You come around soundin' 1972
You did nothin' new with 1972
Where's the "Smile you", where's the black and blue?
Where's the black and blue, where's the black and blue?

If your art is done
Johnny get your gun
Join the rank and file
On your TV dial

Hey, look around they are lyin' to you
They are lyin', they are lyin' and
Can't you see it's just a silly ruse?
They are lyin' and I am lyin' too
All you want is entertainment
Rip me open, it's free, yeah

If your art is done
Johnny get your gun
Join the rank and file
On your TV dial

Don't drag me down
I'm not fallin' down
Don't drag me down
I'm not fallin' down

1, 2, 3, if you want to take
A shot at me, get in line, line
1, 2, 3, baby I've had all my
Shots and I'm fine

1, 2, 3, if you haven't had
Enough of me, get in line, line
1, 2, 3, you too deserve
It now, it's all right

1, 2, 3, we can drown in
Mediocrity, it feels sublime
1, 2, 3, it feels like someone
Pushed rewind

1, 2, 3, give it to me easily
My feeble mind, needs time
1, 2, 3, make it sweet and
Syrupy with rhyme

Don't drag me down
I'm not fallin' down
Don't drag me down
I'm not fallin' down

If your art is done
Johnny get your gun
Join the rank and file
On your TV dial

The grip of fear
Is already here
The lines are drawn
Whose side are you on?