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