"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your benzedrine, uh-huh.
I was braindead, locked out, numb, not up to speed.
I thought I'd pegged you, an idiot's dream
Tunnelvision from the outsider's screen.

I never understood the frequency, uh-huh.
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh.

I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines.
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy."
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth.

You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh.
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh.

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your nenzedrine, uh-huh.
Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene.
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth.

You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh.
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh.
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh.
I couldn't understand.
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh.
I couldn't understand.
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh.
I couldn't understand.
I never understood don't fuck with me, uh-huh.