Hey what’s the matter with future boy?
Sabotage an artificial mind.
Kinda like suicide we entertain one final ray of light.
Thank you for cliché wisdom.
Saturday nights are cool.
And what in the World is left to do?
Everybody knows.
What’s the matter with Robot Boy?
Satisfied with ever changing signs.
Everything’s super fine.
It’s just that words are such a waste of time.
Everyone knows we’re nowhere.
God only knows it’s true
And I’ve got a right to be confused.
Everybody knows.
This is the last song I will ever sing you, now
I never want to do right
I only want to do
I’m going to hang my heart on you
Everybody knows.
This is the last line I will ever sell you, now
Everybody knows.