Luke Webster - Hello, Don't Give Up Lyrics

If you want that electric sheep gotta sell a hand or two, because money won't do
Give in to the machine, pile up another stack and fence it, cause

People don't talk on the street
They don't talk on the street no more
They're working eighty hours a week, there ain't nothing free at all

Meeting people is easy, pick up your phone then fill in the blanks
Look into your screens
All these numbers are messing with the words in our heads, and now

People don't talk on the street
They don't talk on the street at all
They're working eighty hours a week
There ain't nothing free no more

Need two or three, maybe four side gigs just to leave your momma's house
Tied up and gagged, thrown out on the showroom floor
It's something we've all seen before

Now people don't talk on the street
They don't talk on the street no more
They're working eighty hours a week, there ain't nothing free at all
Cause people don't talk on the street
They don't talk on the street no more
They're working eighty hours a week
There ain't nothing free at all