Talk Shows On Mute
Incubus
Take a bow
Pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care
'Impress me' personality
Still and transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort all America
Come one, come all
Into nineteen eighty-four
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction!
Quick, your time is almost up
Make 'em forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burn into obscurity
Still and transfixed
The electric sheep but dreaming up your fate
We judge you from the card castle
Comfort all america
Come one, come all
Into nineteen eighty-four
Yeah, three, two, on
Lights, camera, yeh
Come one, come all
Into nineteen eighty-four
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction!
Lights, camera, transaction!
Come oooooone, come all
Into nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction!
Ooow
Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it
But you're so much more
You're so much more endearing with the sound turned off
