The Microphones
Get Off The Internet
Listen to me

(Ahh) Get off the Internet
(Ahh) We are the ones who are alive right now
So let's start living

We're obsessed with freedom
And living easy lives
But what use is an easy life, hungry and blind?
The hollow core
The crawling hunting
Indulging your weakest parts and still you're hungry

Why not wake the fuck up and smell the air outside?
And do a little real work, and come back to life
Clean out the fridge, take out the garbage
Sweep the floor, open the doors and windows
Read the news, shut up about music
Ask a stupid question, stop feeling too ignorant

This is the one world where we live, curious and busy
As the world is ending, can I survive this cold dawn?
At least I can sit here in the street, exhaling and strong
Clean up the mess, get off the Internet
We are the ones who are alive right now
So let's start living