One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight       Presenting modern moonlight just as advertised.    Ah ah ah ah ah    Coke and Pepsi finally found a compromise.    Ah ah ah ah ah    How can they complain that we’re all fucked up kids    Ah ah ah ah ah    When they keep on changing who our mother is?    Ah ah ah ah ah       Like it all you want, it’s fruitless    Life is in the way of progress.    Retinas are bleeding for the enterprise    Surgically wired into paradise    Yesterday I dropped in at the MKG    Everyone was messaging like it was going out of style.    It was just the cynic in me    God I love communicating    I just hate the shit we’re missing    Everybody join in the magnificence    YES! Everything is absolutely making sense    Every time you turn around your soul gets sold    To the highest bidder then they turn around    And merger and they merger and they merger    They murder and they murder    The one who murders most will take it all       Fight it all you want    It’s useless    Life is in the way of progress    We’re gonna take your cities one by one.    Cut your cables, cut your cords    And spoil all your fun    We’re gonna make your life a living hell    Cuz stripped of your equipment    You’d be forced to face yourself       Wire cutters of the world    You know what to use it for    Spread the word to all the tightrope walker boys and girls    The race cars of America    You’re in for a nasty shock    When the war is over    You can read the paper    When the war is over    You can read the paper