[Energetic Intro: Four bars of frantic, palm-muted guitar, then full band explosion | Guitar Riff: Da-da-da-DUM!:] (Verse 1:) Don't wanna be a brand name prophet Screamin' slogans through a corporate mic My manifesto's in the discount bin A revolution marketed just right A satellite-fed conspiracy To sell you your own agony The network's on and you're on your knees For the next chapter of your own disease (Pre-Chorus:) Well, maybe I'm the fraud of the century A product-placed identity! A cautionary dollar sign! (Chorus:) Don't wanna be a brand name prophet! One nation under the market forecast! Don't want a media circus conscience! Where the soul you sell is the one you lost! Hey! (Verse 2:) Welcome to the new disinformation A pre-order for your own damnation The talking heads all read the synopsis And tell you what you're gonna think about this A paperback rebellion, shrink-wrapped and clean The most authentic ghost you've ever seen So keep on buyin' what they're tellin' you to need Another chapter of the same damn greed (Pre-Chorus:) Well, maybe I'm the fraud of the century A product-placed identity! A cautionary dollar sign! (Chorus:) Don't wanna be a brand name prophet! One nation under the market forecast! Don't want a media circus conscience! Where the soul you sell is the one you lost! Hey! (Bridge:) The ink is red, the pages white They put my anger under stage light They cut the heart out, kept the fight A silhouette that feels just right... for TV! [Guitar Solo 30-second solo. Starts melodic and frustrated, builds into a frenetic, whammy-bar-abusing crescendo of noise. Drums and bass drive relentlessly underneath:] [Double Chorus - Full Band, Gang Vocals:] DON'T WANNA BE A BRAND NAME PROPHET! ONE NATION UNDER THE MARKET FORECAST! DON'T WANT A MEDIA CIRCUS CONSCIENCE! WHERE THE SOUL YOU SELL IS THE ONE YOU LOST! DON'T WANNA BE! DON'T WANNA BE! THE SOUL YOU SELL IS THE ONE YOU LOST! [Outro - Music: cuts to just bass and drums, then a final, furious bash on the cymbals:]