haven't we got some place else to be?   cash in our collective memories   they go cheap      the lines are open   testing 1, 2, 3   but disconnection's still our sweetest dream       like it's free      exit, please      call it love with a new face    and new guts, a growth industry    'cause we're all headed west   whatever we think we believe      never have i felt so well-policed   why should i be anything but pleased?      sit down       now the best you can be    is the beast that they don't want to see   but you'll never get over   you're greasing the adding machine   surveilled and serene   they hype satisfaction    until you forget where you've been   and we're all headed west   whatever we think we believe in      call it love with a new face   and new guts, a growth industry   but you'll never get over   you're greasing the adding machine   surveilled and serene   they hype satisfaction   until you forget where you've been   the exploded view shows that    there's nothing cementing the seams