Waxed and new, an invertebrate too, and a megaphone for a voice
An electric head, it appears braindead, and a privilege instead of a choice
American eyes, an American mouth, and he fires an invisible gun
When connection comes and election lies, then the workers finally strike

Raise up your guts with your industry
Staple your possessions to the floor
I'm sending my affection, Venezuela
But don't glorify your progress anymore

Come to me, I am the fun new think machine
Come to me, I am the only one

Come to me, I am the fun new think machine
Come to me, I am the only one

Raise up your guts with your industry
Staple your possessions to the floor
I'm sending my affection, Venezuela
But don't glorify your progress anymore

Raise up your guts with your industry
Staple your possessions to the floor
I'm sending my affection, Venezuela
But don't glorify your progress anymore