Lyrics We Want Your Soul - Klangkarussell, Adam Freeland

We Want Your Soul

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)