© 1996, 2021 We are happy to receive you and to rid you of your bread We are glad and we'll relieve you, make you feel a little sad Million people entertainers, smiling through their plastic mask Making ripples in the sunset with their grooves on solid wax Johnny running rotten to his football core Joan was busy humping as the high school whore All they ever had in common was the common cold Joan said Johnny we will start a band I will hit the drums and you can just stand there Shouting down louder than any one booing fan We will take you for everything you have And we'll stab you with drumsticks in your back Talkin' 'bout my generation I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction now Hit the road - the road gets harder, each and every passing year And the noise becoming louder from the younger faster gear Million people entertainers, smiling through their plastic mask Making ripples in the sunset with their grooves on solid wax We will take you for everything you have And we'll stab you with drumsticks in your back