As ominous characters play
With toys of devastating power
The toys are the residents of Idlewood

The people contented with wonder drugs say
There's no use delaying our future
Life is a cross and a waste of our time
So petty, so dull and unchanging
But when we're well under
We'll watch it all go by
And realize
None of us are real

It's approaching
We're approaching
What is real
Departure

Idlewoodarians are glad to comply with all conditions
As long as their morals adapt to the times
And have clear television reception
It's a sensation syndrome
Set in quicksand
It's so easy to be enveloped in

Idlewoodarian, glad to comply with all conditions yeah
As long as their leaders agree with the times
And have clear television reception
It's the sensation syndrome
Oh yeah
It's the sensation syndrome
It's clear radio reception