Twenty Twelve

There's no chance to hide away no more
No call in sick, no chance to get away
They have ways to monitor our fear
Special implants, devices in our ears
Mr. Cockwil promised we'll be safe
As long we pay and read up on the greys
Information classified code red
I drink wine and I don't wanna
Die x 4
Mr. Cockwil I think we share same fate
Decreasing views on Facebook and Myspace
In twenty twelve when the hippies roam the streets
I'll drink wine as long as we won't... As long as we won't
Die x 4