Verse 1
Can I get a new IPOD, it will finally bring me love
I can fit a million songs of it
So what if there’s no cash left, I’ll rip songs right off of the web
Zieg Heil! To the internet
Chorus
We all pray to the Gods of Technology
We’ll tithe half, just save us from ourselves
Full speed ahead, on a course to catastrophe
We’ve been mesmerized under your spell
Verse 2
My current cell phone is a drag, although it downloads porn real fast
It’s bulky and I can’t keep up with it
Can I get some microchip, that fits inside my fingertip
Retractable antenna on my thumb
Chorus
I know someday we’ll see
The Gods of Technology only leave us empty
I just hope its not too late
Lord, don’t let it be too late
Now come say it with me
Put away your cell phones and gather with your family
Say it every day
Send a message to the Gods of Technology
I will not be your slave
I will not be your slave
I will not be your slave, anymore
I will not be your slave
Verse 3
I think I’m gonna start a church with data ports on every pew
Where we’ll worship our new deities
We’ll raise our fists in joyous praise and insert probes inside our brains
To become one with the data stream
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024