We Want Your Soul - Klangkarussell, Adam Freeland

Your cell phone, your wallet, your time, your ideas

No barcode, no party, no id, no beers

Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears

No SIM-card, no disco, no photo, not here

Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets

Your office, your time off, your fashions, your sex

Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass

Your laughs, your bones, we want it all (we want your soul)

Tell us your habits, your fads, your fears

Give us your address, your shoe size, your years

Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes

Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life

Show us your children, your photos, your home

Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan

Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit

Play the lottery, play football, play the field, snort some toot

We’ll show you shrinks, we’ll show you spooks

We’ll buy you drinks, throw away your books

We’ll sell you crap, we’ll charge you tax

We’re out buying big guns and you’ll front the cash (we want your soul)

We want your soul

Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams

Your cheque book, your essence, your sweat, your screams

Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society

Yourself, your place, your distance, your space

Here’s boy bands, here’s Mackers, here’s Britney, here’s cola

Here’s pizza, here’s TV, here’s some rock and some roller

Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah

Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa

Here’s popcorn, here’s magazines, here’s milkshakes, here’s blue jeans

Here’s padded bras, here’s armpit wax, here’s football shirts, here’s baseball

caps

Here’s live talk-shows, here’s video games, here’s cola-lite, here’s ten more

lanes

Here’s filter-tips, here’s collagen lips, here’s all-night malls,

here’s plastic hips (we want your soul)

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)

No hippies, no strays, no drop-outs, no gays

No lefties, no loonies, no opinions, no way

No thinkers, no teachers, no facts, no freaks

No skaters, no tweekers, no truth, no sleep

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul)