My hardware is getting too hard I like software, it makes me calm and stuff I like wearing robes, playing Stereolab I like hanging out with my mom and dad I don't want to quantize everything I want to make a computer that gives me pleasure I wanna cut you and I wanna paste me I wanna kick and scream and shout like a bee sting
My hardware is getting too fast I need to slow down, honey, wanna make it last And my software is kicking me in the gut It's gonna get me soft like a pillow top I wanna line my bed with a mountain of debt I wanna earn my face on the internet I wanna kill, kill, kill till my world is dead And I can't stop thinking 'bout all of that
