1. When the facts come out that’s when I back out slowly.
Whatever you got on the jukebox can’t hold me.
I’m telling you now this song is gonna outgrow me.
If you’re stopping the music you better toast me or roast me.
You get a little sentimental, sentiment is sinister.
You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
The Pied Piper wasn’t honking on a bagpipe
When he led us on a dead-end march last night.
Cut class, cut corners, cut to the chase.
Too much of a good thing corrupts your smug taste.
Hear that, darling? They’re butchering our song.
With their reckless fervor pushing it along.
Why when the slow dance grinds to a halt
Do we reach for the repeat button by default?
I know right now you think the sound can’t touch you,
You’ll change your tune when the music interrupts you.

Chorus: That’s 50 seconds that are gone forever.
The music makes the ash taste better.
If it never stops you can never forget it.
Well, am I stuck in your head yet?

2. Circles never end, like tracks on wax.
If you don’t face the music it’ll stab you in the back.
In the brief gaps between songs I have found that
Not every moment of my life needs a soundtrack.
Not every second needs to be accompanied.
Don’t need a score to tell joy from suffering.
Pull a plug, flip a switch, turn it off, shut it down,
Music unchecked smothers every other sound.
The roof is not on fire so we don’t need no water either.
Not a cheater but I cut through the cables and caught a breather.
Off the meter, I was thinking that a finite song is sweeter.
If you only made it longer then I won’t call it “deeper.”
Just how long has this set gone on for?
I for one could sure do without an encore.
Am I the only one who thinks it’s probably for the better
That the band can’t keep on playing forever?

Chorus: That’s a minute forty gone forever.
The music makes the ash taste better.
If it never stops you can never forget it.
Well, am I stuck in your head yet?

3. When the music won’t stop then you can’t hear squat.
A moment of silence to appreciate one clear thought.
Fear not, take advantage of the brief pause
To duck free of the melody’s sweet jaws.
Everywhere you turn you’re advised to surrender.
The music will deny what you fight to remember.
It drowns out heartbreak, stress, and anger,
And it leaves you unaware of approaching danger.
Jump, shake, twist, sing along, raise hands.
The music doesn’t play, it just makes demands.
It commands our steps and directs our feelings,
Sends us frail little weaklings reeling.
I know you think you’ll never get sick of these songs
But there’s nothing I wanna do all night long.
Crank that volume down to zero.
Cease and desist, cut it out, finito.

Chorus: Two minutes, forty seconds gone forever.
The music makes the ash taste better.
If it never stops, you can never forget it.
Well, am I stuck in your head yet?
Two minutes, fifty-five seconds gone forever.
The music makes the ash taste better.
If it never stops, you can never forget it.
Well, am I stuck in your head yet?