If anybody want to know where cynicism is
Cynicism is that there's one, two, press people in this gallery
We're talking about Eric Massa 24/7 on the TV
We're talking about war and peace
Three billion dollars, a thousand lives and no press?
No press?
You wanna know why the American public is fit?
They're fit because they're not seeing their congress do the work that they're said to do
It's because the press
The press of the United States is not covering the most significant issues of national importance
And that's a laying of lives down in the nation
For the service of our country
Is despicable, the national press core right now
(Gentleman's time has expired)

Mm, dada, I'm sure you can tell
It's in the air, of our nation
It may shock ya, the mass hallucination
But the dead people, oh, they dress well (yeah)
They say

What's yo' name? You the one starin'
Oh my God, lemme shake yo' hand
Do it like this, do it like that
Can you switch it up? Send it right back
Frown to your back, smile in your face
Think I keep it real, but I keep it fake
Think I'm ahead, but I'm the ass
Man, I'm really sick, I really need a mask

And now it's in the air, spreading everywhere
So you should be prepared
(Ain't no pill or cough syrup)
(That can help so you better hurr'up)
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey
It's in the air
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey
It's in the air
Hey, hey, hey

To spread this thang, they don't need a tongue
Instead they use the precious lungs
But the scariest thing
They don't look like they'll kill ya
But they're still dead people dancin' like Thriller (yeah)

What's yo' name? You the one starin'
Oh my God, lemme shake yo' hand
Do it like this, do it like that
Can you switch it up? Send it right back
Frown to your back, smile in your face
Think I keep it real, but I keep it fake
Think I'm ahead, but I'm the ass
Man, I'm really sick, I really need a mask

And now it's in the air, spreading everywhere
So you should be prepared
(Ain't no pill or cough syrup)
(That can help so you better hurr'up)
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey
It's in the air
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey
It's in the air
Hey, hey, hey

They comin in', they get me now
What a shitstorm, of a situation
But a ray of light, guns to the biggest cloud
To stop big brother, and his invasion (yeah) c'mon

What's yo' name? You the one starin'
Oh my God, lemme shake yo' hand
Do it like this, do it like that
Can you switch it up? Send it right back
Frown to your back, smile in your face
Think I keep it real, but I keep it fake
Think I'm ahead, but I'm the ass
Man, I'm really sick, I really need a mask

And now it's in the air, spreading everywhere
So you should be prepared
(Ain't no pill or cough syrup)
(That can help so you better hurr'up)
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey
It's in the air
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey
It's in the air
Hey, hey, hey

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams