Whitney Rose - Analog lyrics

I don't want instant packaged I want made at home I don't want advertisements on my telephone Don't want formal letters Robo cars Big box shopping malls Digitally remastered Won't add it to fit your TV I want an*log an*log, baby I don't want it manufactured Home on wheels I want a lazy river I can cool my heels Don't want junk mail [To waste?] One dollar jukebox plays Congratulations, you've been selected randomly I want an*log an*log, baby [Guitar] I don't want living room From rooms with [gold?] Your MSG and GMOs Keep your touch tunes Your [?] I want to hear that needle skipping on my [?] Don't need a photograph I'd rather have the memory I want an*log an*log, baby Now I'm not down [?] 'cause it's new But in gaining a little We've lost something too [?] A phone in your face It feels like you're light years away from this place We work like machines In some sci-fi fantasy I want an*log an*log baby I want an*log an*log baby