He's a pop catastrophe
From a strange factory
He's created to succeed
You'll be sedated by the beat.
Listen
To the synthezieser
It's attached to his waist.
With speakers in the chest
His heart it plays a song
His heart it plays a song
His heart it plays a song
His heart it plays...
He's a pop catastrophe
From a strange factory
He's created to succeed
You'll be sedated by the beat.
But something went wrong
Yeah something went wrong
His mood writes the songs
His mood writes the songs
Some are sad, but most are sour.
He has no control, he has no power.
He has no power
He has no power
He has no power
Cuz he's a pop catastrophe
From a strange factory
He's created to succeed
You'll be sedated by the beat.
You'll be sedated by the beat