I was obsessed with this song when it came out - in 2003. little did i realize how much worse it would get. i don't think i even had the ability as a freshly minted teenager to fathom a future worse than all of this. i don't think most of us did tbh. after all, we were promised the best and brightest and most fulfilling future of any generation. we lucky millennials.
and yet 20 years later, here we are. living every dystopian nightmare we never thought possible as kids. in 20 years a song depicting what seemed like the worst outcome i could think of is now normal.
idk maybe we should have seen all the blaring warning signs but for fucks sake most of them were buried in comedy, irony, sarcasm, fiction, or music that was mostly underground. no wonder we didn't think to take it seriously.
anyway. have a listen.
(and do keep in mind the language of the time)
lyrics under the cut
Lyrics:
Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas.
No bar-code, no party, no ID, no beers.
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears.
No SIM card, no disco, no photo, not here.
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets.
Your profits, your time off, your fashions, your sex.
Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass.
Your laughs, your balls, we want it all (we want your soul).
Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul).
Tell us your habits, your fads, your fears.
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years.
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes.
Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life.
Show us your children, your photos, your home.
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan.
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit.
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, snort some toot.
We'll show you shrinks, we'll show you spooks, we'll buy you drinks, throw away your books.
We'll sell you crap, we'll charge you tax, we're out buying big guns and you'll front the cash (we want your soul).
Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul).
Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams.
Your checkbook, your essence, your sweat, your screams.
Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society.
Your self, your place, your distance, your space.
[Bill Hicks]
Go back to bed America, your government is in control again.
Here. Watch this. Shut up.
You are free to do as we tell you.
You are free to do as we tell you.
Here's boy bands, here's Mackers, here's Britney, here's cola.
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some roller.
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah.
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa.
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans.
Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps.
Here's live talk-shows, here's video games, here's cola-lite, here's ten more lanes.
Here's filter-tips, here's collagen lips, here's all-night malls, here's plastic hips (we want your soul).
Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul).
[Bill Hicks]
Go back to bed America, your government is in control again.
Here. Here's American Gladiators. Watch this. Shut up.
Go back to bed America, here's American Gladiators.
Here's 56 channels of it.
Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together,
and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom.
Here you go America.
You are free to do as we tell you.
You are free to do as we tell you.
No hippies, no strays, no drop-outs, no gays.
No lefties, no loonies, no opinions, no way.
No thinkers, no teachers, no facts, no freaks.
No skaters, no tweakers, no truth, no sleep.
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans.
Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps.
Here's very very very very very very very very very very very very long infomercials.
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Phuck You very very much 🖕🏽
Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas
No bar-code, no party, no ID, no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No SIM card, no disco, no photo, not here
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your profits, your time off, your fashions, your sex
Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass
Your laughs, your balls, we want it all (we want your soul)
Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)
Tell us your habits, your fads, your fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life
Show us your children, your photos, your home
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, snort some toot
We'll show you shrinks, we'll show you spooks, we'll buy you drinks, throw away your books
We'll sell you crap, we'll charge you tax, we're out buying big guns and you'll front the cash (we want your soul)
Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)
Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams
Your checkbook, your essence, your sweat, your screams
Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society
Your self, your place, your distance, your space
Spoken:
Go back to bed America, your government is in control again.
Here. Watch this. Shut up.
You are free to do as we tell you.
You are free to do as we tell you.
(We want your soul)
Here's boy bands, here's Mackers, here's Britney, here's cola
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some roller
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk-shows, here's video games, here's cola-lite, here's ten more lanes
Here's filter-tips, here's collagen lips, here's all-night malls, here's plastic hips (we want your soul)
Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)
Spoken:
Go back to bed America, your government is in control again.
Here. Here's American Gladiators. Watch this. Shut up.
Go back to bed America, here's American Gladiators.
Here's 56 channels of it.
Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together,
And congratulate you on living in the land of freedom.
Here you go America.
You are free to do as we tell you.
You are free to do as we tell you.
(We want your soul)
Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)
No hippies, no strays, no drop-outs, no gays
No lefties, no loonies, no opinions, no way
No thinkers, no teachers, no facts, no freaks
No skaters, no tweekers, no truth, no sleep
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's very very very very very very very very very very very very long infomercials
@frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut #vetomfz 👉🏾🖕🏽👈🏽
We Want Your Soul by Adam Freeland ☠️
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