Everything below, dead now
Fallen down to be one
Can I help you all get up tonight?
No rhythm
Can I buy exaltation?
And can I sit, three-o’clock in the morning, man I lost the ego
Feelings of love
Yeah I can’t wait
See I’ve been on a drip-feed
I’ve been on a data-line
I’ve been under false labour
Colonies of clones
King of the drones
Culture slayer

And yeah
You’re chasing a rut
Time play out, yeah
You know their conscience is fucked
What’s that Lord?
You’re just another man
Bionic image gonna rip down
Rip down
Eyes on the future, kids
Moving to a place we can’t be found
Far from this meddling crowd
You sort me out
Can I help you all get lost tonight?
No rhythm
No rhythm
Yeah I’ve been on a drip-feed
I’ve been on a data-line
I’ve been under false labour
Colonies of clones
King of the drones
Culture slayer

And yeah you worship the whip
Time play out yeah
You know their conscience is fucked
What’s that Lord? You’re just another
man?
Bionic image gonna rip down
Rip down
Get down, get down
Get down
Get down, get down,
Get down
Get down, get down,
Get out

Watch the television, got a vision, got a vision
And their faces red
Because they’re faced with dread
Another hundred dead
You know I think it through
And everything is you
We’re on the planet blue
History’s backbone
Another chemical fix
I saw it on the TV gonna dance for my pleasure
Another chemical fix for a sick society
Gonna dance for my pleasure
Another chemical fix
I saw it on the TV
Gonna dance for my pleasure
Another chemical fix
Happiness guaranteed
Gonna dance for my pleasure

Yeah
Whoah-oh


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