It’s the express bus, like the express train,

It doesn’t stop at every stop, just every other stop,

A one way ticket to technology town

For all us texting , tweeting, technology twats.

 

The express bus gets you there faster,

Faster faster Facebook friends

Fall in love with successful cyber self

Coz I’ve buried my authenticity

 

Your perfect on the top deck

With your perfect cyber life,

Plugged in, flipped out,

Blocked out, knocked out

 

The brain surgery continues in your numbness,

Till your scared of your buried life,

Well I’m telling you now

I know where you buried the body

 

It festers and rots deep inside you

And one day the alien will eat its way out,

You’ve plugged up your ears, focussed your eyes

On the screen and you’re on transmit

 

I’m stood at the next stop,

Get off the bus!

Get off the express bus

Before it reaches its terrifying terminus

 

Get off the express bus,

Walk back home and feel the ground under your feet,

Fart, belch, breath in and smell your own shit,

Oh and Cortana? Go fuck yourself!