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The girls, they don't love us anymore now |
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Because we wear black shirts and took a new vow |
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You can have the whole world right in your home |
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To redefine and eliminate alone |
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Our TVs do the jobs of a thousand violent cops |
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Keep us inside while misinformation supplements our thoughts |
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Our kids know just what they need, more monitors and screens, and you tell them you can't take it anymore |
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But you stay inside and order your food from the grocery store |
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Your pager, your cell phone, your laptop, your mobile home |
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Your soloflex, your microwave, your Chinese takeout/pizza days |
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Your suburb, your SUV, your nursing home for your granny |
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Your problems all have disappeared, technology betrays your fear |
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And if I'm lucky I'll never have to see another human being |
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Except the guys on my money, the girls in my magazines |
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The athletes on my TV screen, the people who have sex with me |
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Via virtual reality |
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No garbage man, no postman, no guy at 7-11 |
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No store clerk, no soda jerk, just my companions I plug in |
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A pyramid for a modern day pharaoh |
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The global village can be yours if your modem's not too slow |
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And I can thrive and I don't even have to try |
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Download my ashes in my hard drive when I die |
