Talk Shows On Mute
Take a bow
Pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care
'Impress me' personality
Still and transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America
Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! camera! transaction!
Quick, Your time is almost up
Make 'em forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burn into obscurity
Still and transfixed
The electric sheep but dreaming up your fate
We judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America
Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! camera! transaction!
Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it
But you're so much more
You're so much more endearing with the sound turned off