Music: Robert John Williams and Courtney Kael Alden
He won't know Adorno
He's an adult with an adcult
You can buy your way into his head
He was never better
Wearing sneakers and a sweater
Made by 12-year-olds sweating in Shenzhen
So
Let's drive, drive, drive
Till we burn, burn, burn
We can choke on it later on tonight
And we'll fumble with the planet
Dry the river and then damn it
Just persuade me that everything's all right
Just persuade me that everything's all right
Things
Got to have our things
This was his reality
The stupid love equality
He's never seen a car he didn't like
On code like a reptilian
Pays Rapaille another billion
From your cortex to the page is just a hike
So
Let's drive, drive, drive
Till we burn, burn, burn
We can choke on it later tonight
And we'll fumble with the planet
Dry the river, and then damn it
Just persuade me that everything's all right
Just persuade me that everything's all right
Things
Got to have our things
Things
Got to have our things
Things
Got to have our things
Things
Got to have our things
Things
Got to have our things
Things
Got to have our things
Things
(We're not persuaded by the Omnicom)
Got to have our things
(We're not persuaded we're the only ones)
Things
(We're not persuaded by hegemony)
Got to have our things
(We're not persuaded we were ever free)
(We're not persuaded by the Omnicom)
(We're not persuaded we're the only ones)
(We're not persuaded by hegemony)
(We're not persuaded we were ever free)
So many things
(Is that your conscience, or are you alone?)
So many things
(Is that Noam Chomsky on the telephone?)
So many things
(Is that your conscience, or are you alone?)
So many things
(Is that Noam Chomsky on the telephone?)
So many things
(Is that your conscience, or are you alone?)
So many things
(Is that Noam Chomsky on the telephone?)
So many things
(Is that your conscience, or are you alone?)
So many things
(Is that Noam Chomsky on the telephone?)
So many things