Everything goes swell, this is a happy town. I hear the church bells ringing
louder. Shopping malls are fun for me and everyone. The air is oh so clear.
Well, can you stand it. Then everyone looks at me. They've never seen
individuality. It must be Mom & Dad. They must be oh so sad. They burden
everyone. With such a twisted son. Imagine living there. A world based on a
state. "AN INDIVIDUAL DIES" is passed to a jock with a car that's fast.
YOU'RE THE PROBLEM!