(Spoken - deep, cynical voice over a dirty, driving boogie-woogie piano) Welcome to the digital neon meat market, boys and girls. Where the commodification of affection meets your high-speed fiber-optic connection. Are your wallets lubricated? Let’s do the pixel dance. (Verse 1 - Fast, gritty, rock 'n' roll) Midnight on the touchscreen, battery running low Got a pocket full of tokens and nowhere else to go She’s a high-definition lady, rocking latex lace Behind a monthly paywall, glowing in my face She says, "Hey there, big spender, tip me for a smile" I’m just a lonely junkie on a digital mile Gimme the rush, gimme the flash Turn the human libido into cold hard cash (Chorus - Catchy, driving rock with satirical backing vocals) Fans! Fans only! Selling out the skin Pay per view, pay per touch, let the circus in! Click the link, drain the bank, lose your pants Ain't no romance left in the land of Fans (Backing vocals: Swipe right for salvation!) (Verse 2 - Absurd, cynical Franky windwills-esque narrative) Now enter stage left: Brenda from Ohio, she’s an absolute pro She’s filming her left earlobe with a macro-lens very slow For twenty-five dollars, she’ll whisper your name While her boyfriend’s in the kitchen playing video games It’s a corporate transaction of a parasidic vibe God bless the free market, hit that subscribe! We got feet pics, meat pics, customized requests A dynamic economy of simulated breasts (Bridge - Chaotic, jazzy tempo change, spoken word breakdown) "Is that a credit card in your pocket, sir, or are you just happy to view my exclusive premium archive?" Corporate synergy in silk pajamas! Vegetables! High heels! Conceptual continuity! The internet is a toilet and we are all paying for the plumbing! Punch the buzzer! (Guitar & Piano Solo - Wild, screeching, drug-fueled blues-rock) (Verse 3 - Brood style, coming down, exhausted) The screen goes black, the sun’s coming up Drinking stale black coffee from a plastic cup No sweat, no bad breath, no lipstick stain Just a premium subscription pumping through my brain Wired and tired, lost in the screen The prettiest illusion that you've ever seen (Outro - Fading out with chaotic laughter and overlapping voices) Fans... ... Fans... Only Don't forget to unlock the media in your DMs, folks. Just another Saturday night on the World Wide Web. Cheap thrills for expensive bills. Hit the lever. Pay the lady. Goodnight, digital America, wherever you are.
