I am up with people
I am a walking taking facsmilie
I am 70% water
I am a vessel for the ghost of me

I am party pooper
I am photograph on the world wide web
I am hot for teacher
I am descending from Eugene Vedet (?)

I am everybody
This is your life
And this is your job
And you’ve been assigned to data entry

This is your world
It’s a fiery ball
And it will soon be over
This is your wife
And this is your dog
And they don’t recognise you any more

I am valued customer,
I am Crosby, Stills, Hurst and Young
I am what’s for dinner
I am the purple-heart and the iron lung

I have been there, done that
I am ripped from the side of Adam
I am original gangster
I am Dear Sir and Madam
I am the one and only

This is your life
And this is your job
And you have been assigned for data entry

This is your house
And this is your car
And they are both uninsured
This is your boy, and this is your girl
And they demand some explanations from you.

And while we’re here
We’ve got to make our own noise (make our own noise)
Or live in fear as it surrouds and destroys your mind and your life.
Your life.

This is your machine
Stare into the screen
This is your keyboard
It’s attached to the machine
It’s a clean machine

This was all predicted by nomads and holy men
Who had no more insight than you
The cabinet just kicked it and we said ‘what then?’
‘What ever shall we do?’
‘What does it all mean?’
Sit in front of the screen!

‘What ever shall we do?’
‘What does it all mean?’
Sit in front of the screen!

‘What ever shall we do?’
‘What does it all mean?’
Sit in front of the screen!