-1They've Come to Buy Stuff

I'm just sitting inside my little glass box

Slightly absent from the world

I'm just sitting inside my little glass box

And all these people make me wanna hurl

Don't tell me that this isn't necessary

Yes, indeed I believe it is

There's something sickening about these faces, blank and staring

All these people are just talking zombies

So don't blame me for seeking identity

There's something more to it than personal vanity

When there's no more humanity in this

Zombie consumers are winning the war on drugs

And violent computers are keeping them all doped up

When zombies control everything,

Would you do one favor for me?

If I die before I wake,

Make sure that I'm still dead, come dawn the next day

I can't see my eyes that sullen gray

Blankly facing the complacent act of working for my pay

Even freedom seems to lead them in to spending once again

When this endless senseless spending seems to be to them an end

Selling gas to bastards

And trying to make my escape

Moving fast, but not a master

I'm just trying to change my fate

I just wanna get away

Zombie consumers are winning the war on drugs

And violent computers are keeping them all doped up

When zombies control everything,

Would you do one favor for me?

If I die before I wake,

Make sure that I'm still dead, come dawn the next day