Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
Much too loud
Much too loud
Everything they're playing
Is much too loud
I'm hanging on the sound of a mushroom cloud
When up pops the government sniffing around
While a man is shitting on the ground outside
They're much more concerned with the way I get high
If they would have noticed could have seen he had a sign
A full, signed confession
Of crimes that were mine
Like: I am the one who raised the intensity
I am the one who sunk the economy
I am the one who killed the Kennedys
And I'll be the one who makes my own misery
Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
Last night I tired to see God
But instead I got a blitzkrieg
Of my living room
Flesh-toned warplanes covered in eyes
In a kaleidoscopic hellscape I had devised
It didn't matter if I closed or I opened my eyes
When reality assailed me from every side
Until I really felt like I was finally losing my mind
Haircuts For Men was the remedy
Let the rhythm sink into your every extremity
Gave myself a hand like the Dummies always told me
And when I finally came I felt such clarity
Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
Newfangled techno, man
Give me all your money, man
