Theres a sound out of the radio Nothing like its been heard here And theyre all round, goin crazy-o As rush to the music store And they buy it and listen and a bit Till the next song just it appears Then its gone, gone, gone then its And they wont squat about it left thats hot about it, gone, gone.
Theres a new iteration of beauty been talkin about Shes the body and face of the scene With the that clamors too loud And cant get enough of her Till the no longer new Then its gone, gone, gone, then its And if yesterday she the market Now its time for her to it, Gone, gone, its gone!
for telling me What selling mes So compelling, Im hip to the Your invention got my attention but no retention No on the screen!
Theres a parade screaming out at us Every storys the one yet And the sturm and the drang they shout at us Are the we wont soon forget Until do you know, weve forgotten them Cant remember who, what, or why Its all gone, gone, gone, and gone Because everything and nothings here to infotain us, gone, gone, gone.
Fill my with fluff Make it with stuff Stuff inane enough it last a wink Keep it coming, the constant drumming, electrons I have to think!
Theres a fever reaching its pinnacle And I dont even know about Well forgive me if Im being But Im trying to figure it out Will the network of neurons be the synapses send me a sign Before its gone, gone, gone? And in case Ive the big one, darn it I catch the reincarnate gone. If you find reflecting too Wait a for the next thing gone!