Cool Calm Pete - Get with the Times lyrics

Ya hear that? That's the hand of time Opportunity knocking The front door It's the god of war The five fingers of d**h The hand that feeds This altered beast Says his piece From feast to famine, the hunger is honest to God Pray for your fake, phony façades Devoted to see the empire fall Eyes glued, watch the megabytes crawl Try to get loose, just try to get through Out of his skin,"Very nice to meet you" Astonishing tales, days unfurl Still lost in the ways of the world You took a shot, all water, I got gla**es What goes up, must come crashing Let's all go play suicide friends Descending, straight off the deep end The cat's outta the Louis Vuitton Your hope is not a plan, no magic wand Home, stoned, paranoid, alone Let freedom ring, they done tapped the telephone Hello? (Hello)... Not you again The clock strikes twelve, the magic ends You ain't psychic; You're just a pessimist Calculations... sheer coincidence Hey world, the coordinates are off The brain at work turns Microsoft Healthy body, your healthy mind I'm 0-2, bottom of the nine Last licks, got nothing but wounds You're crushed, k**ed, destroyed, now consumed You are what you eat, some filthy animals Medium-rare, ya bloody cannibals What a hoot, they taste just like chicken The hands full of grease; the plot thickens Ya hear that? That's the moment slippin' History repeats—brand-new shipment Now, irony strikes, variables Champagne, caviar, fake Pica**os Joke's on us, back to the disco Same devil, pale moonlight, do-si-do Do the Hustle, see what we can slang Insecurities make me wanna prove things View duds to ease my condition Sleeves stitched with the latest contradictions Don't be scared, it's just popular jargon Mismatched in God's little Garden Out the rabbit hole, end of the line There is nothing real. Get with the times