Zuckerpunch Lyrics by 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 saviour is your labour
Social handcuff enslavement
Your search history’s 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 hmmm
A Zuckerpunch and a cold-ass lunch
Don’t speak till 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 snake, 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?
Congresswoman, I’m not sure what that means