[ Featuring Pretzels ]
I thought I knew your point of view
Now I know the point of you
You're falling by so fast
No more slipping through the cracks
I was a product built to last
The metronome was ripe with time
The mer de noms was right for this time
Take a roll of quarters and throw them down the stairs
Better yet, baby, save a couple and call someone who cares
Rinse and repeat, an honored defeat
There is no more value in used
A throwaway culture is stuffed to the gills
Just like their pockets and landfills
Straight to your grave
All your friends are here at the landfill
Gather 'round the trash fire and waste away
All the screens are dark at the landfill
Trash is piled high and it's here to stay
I just want a shiny piece of plastic
Buy me a useless piece of trash fantastic
Rip me apart and use what's inside
You might be surprised at the secrets I hide
Refuse or reuse, dismantle, abuse
Are you still listening? Are you not confused
Technology's slave
Just because I dropped it on the floor, that doesn't make it yours
Hold your horses, there is no race, you're going to burn your face
