^{Verse 1} For your heart they will mug you For your soul they will trick you Just things hard to come by Know this, the world's an evil machine What you need is a ghost But there's no friendly ghost ^{Verse 2} Roland, I feel you It is mayhem out these days I specialize in end times, too Last night I dreamt I was flying the jet into the mothership But then I woke up too soon ^Chorus Hold tight, get a grip The whole world is going to hell The kids riot out in the streets And Daddy ain't paying my rent no more ^{Verse 3} We hoped for salvation and invented a device But created a monster and got killed by its hands And in the air, a sweet melody It is a lullaby, an apocalypso beat ^Chorus Hold tight, get a grip The whole world is going to hell The kids riot out in the streets And baby ain't feeling the love no more Hold tight, get a grip The whole world is going to hell Kids into this world Yes, until no prick is in charge no more