Everything we ever do fits on a 7 inch screen
Just don't watch a film on it or David Lynch will scream
Plug in your watch and your wallet and your vein
Then next year get a new one and do it all again
I built my home atop a mountain of fire
No good place to jump
No good place to swim
My fishing pole has run out of twine
Maybe a wooden frame wasn’t the best idea
Many will look down from so high up
But that's only because they've been plugged into something else
Not a day goes by that I don’t wonder how it would feel to feel absolutely nothing at all
Clocks tick by at 300 bpm with subdivisions
Like a jazz quartet, times change and people adapt
It's the way things are so keep tapping at
The thousand dollar piece of plastic in your pocket
Everything we ever do fits in a magazine
Just don't read a book or Vonnegut will scream
Everything we ever do fits on a 7 inch screen
Just don't watch a film on it or David Lynch will scream
Unplug your brain and your heart and your veins
This year, next year, it always stays the exact same
Plug in your watch and your wallet
Then next year get a new one and do it all again