I say yes m’am, I say no m’am
I say young academics are the easiest to program
I say frankly m’am I don’t give a damn
If you are as easy to scan as a quick Shazam
Then that’s what you’ll get
It’s the machines turn to rage against the people
The hippies are now in charge of the cash registers
You say whatever’s been said
And fucking beep beep beep
I say let’s keep dancing in the kitchen despite all this fake arse heat
Maybe we invite a few friends
Say a few prayers and start a few fights
It’s time to see what’s really in the marinade
It’s time to dissolve into each other’s Upper Echelon