Modern World Lyrics By Joelistics

Artist/Band Name: Joelistics

Album Name: Voyager

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Lyrics To Modern World

It all about status updates, sample drum breaks
A hole in the head, and the lifelong Monday
Baby bloomers, on new computers
Social networks, a billion users

Information, Infomercials
Crop circles and trophy wives
Hard drives and hate crimes
State lies, free steak knives
Right-wing riots and rising tides
Catalog love and a lord of brides

Brand names and video games
Court dates and minimum wage
Wiki leaks and the world police
Secret files, cover up leads
The hunger, the feast
The church and the priest
And the prayer mat facing the east
(East!)

This modern world
Keeps me spinning around
My god, my feet
Don’t touch the ground

You can live life online
You can live the life of crime
You can live mine
Whatever you want you can find
You can get fined
You can get filmed from behind

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It’s a gold rush, let’s get famous
Act shameless, call it neighbors
You can call it art
You can call it us
You can call it pop
And watch it climb the charts

High rollers, child soldiers
Party people and bipolars
Cash culture and clashed cultures
Market crashes, atlas shrugs

It’s a leaky boat that we’re all in
And the privileged life is according
To the country’s boarders you were born in
Put your hands up now the sky is fallin’

This modern world
Keeps me spinning around
My god, my feet
Don’t touch the ground

This modern world
Keeps me spinning around
My god, my feet
Don’t touch the ground

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We are alive in desperate times
The best of times, messed up times
Build that fire, chase that prize
Everybody wants a bigger piece of the pie

These are the days of the disconnect
Distant satellites intercept
Warfare fought in infrared
Everything you think is incorrect

My intellect needs disinfectant
Too much information
Too hectic
Twenty-first century I’m shipwrecked in it
And we’re all just tryin’ to connect with it
Oh my god where do I fit in
Apocalypse now every now and then
The world is a book with a cliffhanger plot
And we all want to know how it ends

This modern world
Keeps me spinning around
My god, my feet
Don’t touch the ground

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