The Professor went in post and removed the drums and half the instruments. He said it sounds better but I will leave that up to you

Digital Foreplay

Let the wi-fi in

Open the window

I am plugged into the wall

Still tall

Big balls

Digital Foreplay

Objection that’s here say

Paralysed

but not rich

like

Reeve

Used to like walking

Take my advice

Stay clean stay nice

Waiting for Godot

–

not answered

I invented the wheel

But poor so I steal

Killed by my boss

No sorry for the loss

Fixed dilated pupils

Plug me into power

Sixty minutes an hour

No cochlear implant

I’d stand up but I can’t

Rub my hard drive

Dead on arrival

The craniotomy

Is why she’s

forgotten me

It’s based on survival

I was born in the seventies

So save me your pleasantries

Put my RAM into port

Recorder now cool

I dropped the tool

Won’t stop ringing

So I better not stop singing

I’ll go mental

It’s borrowed rental

Screeching sound

It’s loud

Welcome to my world

Not the right pitch

Sound is a bitch

Please don’t mistake my ease

I love the woman

All of her

I love her