Generataions Hypnotized from Farm Jazz by Jackslacks

Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
This generations hypnotized.
Yeah, texting, sending, scrolling down your pages,
What ever happened to personal exchanges.
Stepping into traffic, your head slung low,
Like a junkie fiending data, more and more,
Hope you don’t mind if I lend my advice,
About your handheld device.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
This generations hypnotized.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
This generations hypnotized.
Still typing, texting, twenty-four seven,
You can’t stop no, not now, not ever.
Updating status with each new notion,
Based on your needs for personal promotion,
Don’t wanna preach or come off mean,
Humanities not based on machines.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
This generations hypnotized.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
This generations hypnotized.
Where’s this heading, your digital fad,
Maybe to cyber never-never land.
Pixeled lights shinning bright with buys,
Streaming flow is spinning mainly lies,
Next time you see me, if time has passed me buy,
Have your phone look me in the eye.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
This generations hypnotized.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
This generations hypnotized.
You’ll get it later, when not so self-consumed,
Gadget in your hand, will never hide your gloom.
You’ll see it later, when not so all alone,
Device in your hand, still remains a telephone.
Typin', textin', twenty-four seven,
You can’t stop no, not now, not ever.
Typin', textin', twenty-four seven,
You can’t stop no, not now, not ever.
Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven,
Twenty-four seven, twenty-four seven.

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