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You say you found yourself a new sound
The shit's loaded and ready to go
A bit too much just like the old sound
Already heard it for the hundredth time
One hundred more, all have the same sound
Running around with all the sheep that you know
"It sounds sublime, they're breaking new ground"
"They're sure to have another hit this time"
Come on, can't you just leave it alone
It doesn't have any soul
Just find a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know
As the countless numbers hunger
For worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder
Will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers
They don't even care to know
Give it to me
Give it to me
You like it?
See the devil on the doorstep now,
My, oh my,
Telling everybody, oh, just how
To live their lives.
Sliding down the information highway,
Buying in just like a bunch of fools.
Time is ticking, and we can't go back,
My, oh my.
