The Earth it did crack open

on the day that I was born

and a thousand merry pranksters

came dancin' through the storm. I lay cradle bound

a howlin' at the wind

not knowin' years to come

I'd be shoutin' over din I sucked information through the holes in my skull

as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop.

I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop. As a young man,

I plug into the tube,

but the stench of all that pretense

I cannot muddle through. I lay on my back

and scan the radio

all that comes out my speakers

is a steady syrup flow. I suck information through the holes in my skull

as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I stood by watching

and I seen 'em come and go.

I seen 'em make that million

then vanish in the snow. They come upon you

like a pack of rabid hounds

as they slobber in your ears

and purge you with their sounds. Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull

my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop.

I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.