He won't know Adorno
He's an adult with an adcult
You can buy your way into his head

He was never better
Wearing sneakers and a sweater
Made by 12-year-olds sweating in Shenzhen

So let's drive, drive, drive
'Til we burn, burn, burn
We can choke on it later on tonight
And we'll fumble with the planet
Dry the river and then dam it
Just persuade me that everything's alright
Just persuade me that everything's alright

Things
Gotta have our things

This was his reality
The stupid love equality
He's never seen a car he didn't like

On code like a reptilian
Pays Rapaille another billion
From your cortex to the page is just a hike

So let's drive, drive, drive
'Til we burn, burn, burn
We can choke on it later tonight
And we'll fumble with the planet
Dry the river, and then dam it
Just persuade me that everything's alright
Just persuade me that everything's alright

[Repeats 8x]
Things
Gotta have our things

[Repeats]
We're not persuaded by the Omnicom
We're not persuaded we're the only ones
We're not persuaded by hegemony
We're not persuaded we were ever free
[Repeats through next section]
So many things

[Repeats]
Is that your conscience, or are you alone?
Is that Noam Chomsky on the telephone?