You, my friend, are as common as a dumpster rat. You're forgotten like a peanut shell beneath a bar stool. Or, maybe you're just information, ripped out like a yellow page from a phone-booth book hanging from a chain. The end times sound like a thrill compared to this, the common times. The Era Vulgaris. At least you're not lonely, 'cause we're all in it. And at least it sounds good, 'cause Queens of the Stone Age are playing it.
"It's actually a reaction to what we think is the era vulgaris. You don't have time. I already know that. And, so, here we go: Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow. In a world of short bursts, it's like trying to reach down someone's throat in two seconds."