There is Junk in the supermarket right across the street
It’s in TV-dinner, soda-cans and frozen ground-meat
You can wash yourself forever but you’ll never get clean
There is Junk in the mailbox and the glossy magazines
It’s the headline of the papers and it’s on the movie-screen
It’s on every radio station and in every record store
It’s the same old thing
Oh, I try to remember what I did in December
Oh, I try to remember you
Oh, you…
There is Junk on the television 24/7
And there’s Junk on the shelves at the 7−11
You can call it what you like, but to me it’s all the same
There is Junk in the supermarket right across the street
It’s in the facial expressions of the people that you meet
You can scrub yourself forever but the dirt it just won’t wear off
No it won’t wear off
Junk can have a title, wear a crown and be a king
Junk can be an actor or a popstar who can sing
You can put it in the paper but to me it’s just the same old thing
The same old JUNK!
It’s the same old thing