He's a victim of his own time 
In his vintage suit and tie 
He's a casualty dressed to the teeth 
In the latest genocide 
The new seasons come and go 
At the dog and pony show 
Gonna sit and beg and fetch the names 
And follow your dress codes 

What's in a name, hey! 

She's a scented magazine 
Lookin sharp and livin clean 
Livin well and dressed to kill 
But she looks like hell to me 
When you're dancing through your wardrobe 
Do the anorexa-go-go 
Cloaked with style for pedophiles 
As your credit card explodes 

Well you auctioned off your life 
For the most expensive prize 
Going once, going twice, it's gone 

(youth crew) 

What's in a name, hey! 
What's in a name, hey! 
What's in a name?