Zuckerpunch - The Snuts

Robotic, hypnotic, Amazonian shopping

For the masses, and your cache says you need a little more plastic

In your life, bro, is that right, no?

All your clothes are from sweatshops

And their savour is your labour, social handcuff enslavement

Your search history is no mystery, rim-shot, kick, clap, hold

From the South Beach to the cold East, the Middle East and Rome

It’s «Tweet this, snap that,"all the things that make you go «Hmm»

A Zuckerpunch and a cold ass lunch, don’t speak 'til you’ve been told

So walk with me down memory lane

When the phone in your pocket only had a few games

I said, «Yes, Mister, please help me believe, don’t patronise, no»

Is this clickbait my new safe space?

Sit back and do what you’re told

So walk with me down memory lane

When the phone in your pocket only had a few games

One snake, two snakes, now it’s your brain

Throw me the keys to your cuffs, and then I’ll be on my way

Walk with me down memory lane

When the phone in your pocket only had a few games

Are you willing to change your business model in the interest of protecting

individual privacy?

I just think I’m not sure what that means…