There's no chance to hide away no more
no call in sick, no chance to get away
they have ways to monitor our fear
special implants,devices in our ears,
Mr. Cockwill promised we'll be safe,
as long we pay and read up on the greys,
information classified code red,
I drink wine and I don't wanna

die x 4

Mr. Cockwilll I think we share same fate
decreasing views on facebook and myspace
in twenty twelve when hippies roam the streets
I'll drink wine as long as we won't ... as long as we won't

die x 4