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The girls, they don't love us anymore now
Because we wear black shirts and took a new vow
You can have the whole world right in your home
To redefine and eliminate alone
Our TVs do the jobs of a thousand violent cops
Keep us inside while misinformation supplements our thoughts
Our kids know just what they need, more monitors and screens, and you tell them you can't take it anymore
But you stay inside and order your food from the grocery store
Your pager, your cell phone, your laptop, your mobile home
Your soloflex, your microwave, your Chinese takeout/pizza days
Your suburb, your SUV, your nursing home for your granny
Your problems all have disappeared, technology betrays your fear
And if I'm lucky I'll never have to see another human being
Except the guys on my money, the girls in my magazines
The athletes on my TV screen, the people who have sex with me
Via virtual reality
No garbage man, no postman, no guy at 7-11
No store clerk, no soda jerk, just my companions I plug in
A pyramid for a modern day pharaoh
The global village can be yours if your modem's not too slow
And I can thrive and I don't even have to try
Download my ashes in my hard drive when I die
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- Metropole
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- Cocktails & Dreams
- A Guided Tour of Chicago
- Buttsweat And Tears
- The Greatest Story Ever Told
- Apathy and Exhaustion
- Ghost Stories
- Present Day Memories
- Metropole (Deluxe Edition)
- You Are Here
- Seventeener (17th and 37th)
- Plea for Peace: Take Action, Vol. 2
- Mass Destruction
- Oh! Calcutta!
- Rock Sound, Volume 107
- Free Fat Sampler
- Punk Rawk Explosion, Volume 31
- Anti-Floyd: The Terrier State
- Pop Punk Loves You Too