Everybodys cooler
But I'm nobodies fool though oh
Been caught up in this drama
Waitin for the calm
So slow
But these machines they have no soul
Just fancy talk and fancy clothes
And I know
That ordinary lives are bought and sold
So it goes
The machines believe that we are slaves for gold
See I think about Karma
When weathering the storm
I know
The evils is just bad dudes
That live inside of bad news
Alone
Cause they're machines who have no soul
Just fancy talk and fancy clothes
But I know
That ordinary lives are bought and sold
So it goes
The machines that we are slaves for gold