[Verse 1]
Give me a headline
You have me eating out of your hands
I'm bored
Make it end
[Chorus]
Nerve gas
Nerve gas
Nerve gas
[Post-Chorus]
People, shoot your brains for a walk
Consume media fodder
They squeeze a final fart out of the dead
And produce nerve gas out of that
[Verse 2]
Come on, let me watch TV
You have me eating out of your hands
I love to watch a lot
Until the very end
[Chorus]
Nerve gas
Nerve gas
Nerve gas
[Post-Chorus]
People, shoot your brains for a walk
Consume media fodder
The dead are particularly suited for
The production of nerve gas
[Verse 3]
Nothing new on the radio
You have me eating out of your hands
Would love to switch off
If only I could
[Chorus]
Nerve gas
Nerve gas
Nerve gas
[Post-Chorus]
People, shoot your brains for a walk
Consume media fodder
Donate your body, what'd you say
To the productions of nerve gas