Yes I am still going mental trying to make a bad song good | |||
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