We’re loaded up, and logging on,
Our time has come.
The future’s looking up on you,
And Paul doesn’t like this song.

In a darkened house with drawn curtains,
Pot noodles on the floor,
The man returns with a little joy,
There’s something in the air.

Age – sex – location
Secret self-depreciation
Exist as information
His lies are all that’s real.

We’re loaded up and logging in,
Our time has come,
Electric fire brings life and power,
It’s only just begun
No human contact from day to day,
Living the truth of lies.
The weekends gone,
Five more days,
As plain old simple John.

Age – Sex – Location
Secret self-depreciation
Exist as information
His lies are all that’s real.

The weekends gone,
Another life,
He’s no longer a man.

Age – Sex – Location
Secret self-depreciation
Exist as information
His lies are all that’s real.