There's a few cars out at 2 o'clock, the limousine, me, and the patrol cop
  Everything seems white in the middle of the night
  Always get that feeling that things ain't quite right
  The man on the beach now he wants to start a fight
  Won't give him what he wants to feed the stereotype
  The man in the shop said it's all about hype
  I just can't believe it
    It's just a little bit of chaos under quite a bit control
  A little left of center been the only thing I know
  Just a little bit of chaos under quite a bit control
    It's such a large town to get so far
  Maybe I'm neurotic it just seems bizarre
  Company cars compete speedin' up the concrete
  Earn a steady income and then become a deadbeat
  Underneath the streetlight wait and watch the rat race
  Fellowman don't like ya, decides to put ya in your place
  Always runnin' scared cuz you don't understand
  No way for you to see it?
    Does it make you mad that we live this way
  Are you feeling rather frantic, did we ruin your day
  Who heeds the voice of the generation that's ahead
  To be slavin' like a servant I'll be better off dead
  Are you feeling rather frantic, gonna be okay?