The pace picks up
You try to balance between memories
And processes we forgot
Cuz you're trying too hard
But you sure look pretty
And you sure sound smart
And you can try it
Just chew it up and spit it out again
But the digital rot
Is gonna leave it all tasteless
Press Restart
Wipe the memory clean
The first bits
Are always are processed with ease
Get stuck
So you take it all apart
Now it sure sounds pretty
Sure looks smart
There's a knock at the door (Hello, Hello)
Is it those goons from the government?
Is there anybody there?
There's a knock at the door (Hello, Hello)
It's just a man with a book
With such conservative hair
And you can try it
Just chew it up and spit it out again
But the digital rot
Is gonna leave it all tasteless
Your face gets tough
Disconnect all the dots
Makes sense
Now the image is lost and done
Go to the front of the class
Bet you sure feel pretty
Cuz you sure sound smart
So go on try it
Just chew it up and spit it out again
But the digital rot
Is gonna leave it all tasteless
There's a knock at the door (Hello, Hello)
Is it those goons from the government?
Is there anybody there?
There's a knock at the door (Hello, Hello)
It's just a man with a book
With such conservative hair
Sing yourself a sentimental song
Have your friends and family sing along
Every star is out, the night is warm
Everybody here feels so at home
Sing yourself a sentimental song
Have your friends and family sing along
Every star is out, the night is warm
Everybody here feels so...
So...
So...
So...
So at home