There's no chance to hide away no more,
no call in sick, no chance to get away,
they have ways to monitor our fear,
special implants, devices in our ears,
Mr. co*kwil promised we'll be safe,
as long we pay and read up on the greys,
information cla**ified code red,
I drink wine and I don't wanna
die x 4
Mr. co*kwil I think we share same fate,
decreasing views on Facebook and Myspace,
in twenty twelve when the hippies roam the streets,
I'll drink wine as long as we won't... As long as we won't
die x 4