Age - Sex - Location

Were loaded up, and logging on,
Our time has come.
The futures looking up on you,
And Paul doesnt like this song.

In a darkened house with drawn curtains,
Pot noodles on the floor,
The man returns with a little joy,
Theres something in the air.

Age sex location
Secret self-depreciation
Exist as information
His lies are all thats real.

Were loaded up and logging in,
Our time has come,
Electric fire brings life and power,
Its only just begun
No human contact from day to day,
Living the truth of lies.
The weekends gone,
Five more days,
As plain old simple John.

Age Sex Location
Secret self-depreciation
Exist as information
His lies are all thats real.

The weekends gone,
Another life,
Hes no longer a man.

Age Sex Location
Secret self-depreciation
Exist as information
His lies are all thats real.