| We don’t have a lot of time in this place
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| A couple rotations as we’re spinning through space
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| Life is short, that’s the blessing and curse
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| When you’re gone did you leave it better or worse?
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| Through your live or your ideas or your work or your art
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| Every single one of us does play a part
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| But there’s only one for whom this song I sing
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| And it’s the guy who invented those credit card chip reader things
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| Fuck you and your family
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| You fucking son of a bitch, eat shit and die
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| We were doing fine with those old credit cards
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| Then you invented this shit, please tell us why
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| What was wrong with swiping? |
| (x4)
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| What was wrong with swiping?
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| (I really want to know) What was wrong with swiping?
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| What was wrong with swiping?
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| What was wrong with swiping?
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| And I don’t wanna hear, «Well it actually makes it harder to steal your number
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| And it keeps you more secure from a cyber attack»
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| Well guess what? |
| They’re gonna figure out how to hack this shit too
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| And who cares? |
| Nowadays the credit card companies just fucking pay you back
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| Something that used to just take seconds
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| Now easily takes a minute and a half
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| Multiply that by four transactions a day
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| That’s six whole minutes that we won’t get back
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| 180 minutes a month, or
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| 2,772 hours over the average lifetime
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| So you sentenced each and every one of us
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| To 115 days in the fucking Whole Foods line
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| What was wrong with swiping? |
| (I'm trying to understand)
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| What was wrong with swiping?
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| What was wrong with swiping?
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| What was wrong with swiping?
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| Maybe you hate your kids
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| Maybe you hate your wife
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| Or maybe you feel that when you’re at home
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| That it’s strangling out your life
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| Maybe you make up reasons
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| To have to run out to the store
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| Maybe when you’re done shopping
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| You just wanna stay some more
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| And as you’re moving up in line
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| Getting closer to the cashier
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| Maybe the life you’ve made and must return to
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| Floods your mind with fear
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| Maybe you’d even sell your soul
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| For just an extra few minutes
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| 'Cause that’s the only reason I can think of
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| You’d invent this stupid shit
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| Fuck you and your family
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| I hope you die in front of your kids
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| And as the light of life leaves your eyes
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| You realize just what you did
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| 'Cause of your stupid way to buy
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| I really wanna watch you pay
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| 'Cause all you did with your time here
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| Is go and take our time away
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| What was wrong with swiping? |
| (x 4)
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| Fuck you and your family
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| You fucking son of a bitch, eat shit and die
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| We were doing fine with those old credit cards
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| Then you invented this shit, please tell me why |