(Back on drums: John Herren, bass guitar and keyboards - Roy Montroy, the is my wife, Wendi Kaiser, on vocals. Ladies and Gentlemen, Stu Heiss...and White Noise.)
Defective youth, the writing's on the wall,
Decline of the West, see the fallout fall,
The violence, banner of the tough,
The politicians playing a blind man's bluff.
Now what? Who's deal?
What's truth? What's real?
Turn it down, turn it off,
It's all white noise to me.
America's missiles, a superpower blessed,
A hungry child is crying, pretend it's just a test,
Russia's got the gulag, Pretoria the bomb,
Making sure the weak keep silent, move along.
Now what? Who's deal?
What's truth? What's real?
Turn it down, turn it off,
It's all white noise to me.
Defective man, the writing's in your heart,
Reality of evil tearing you apart,
Hanging in the balance, you hear the saviour call,
Make him lord of everything or see the nations fall.
And now what? Who's deal?
He is truth, he is real,
Open up, start to feel,
No more white noise for me.
