(Intro: drums and rimshots with reverb over eerie organ and deep bassline) [Verse 1] I said something on the news, They said, “Mate, you've got to choose.” I asked a question, nothing more, Suddenly I'm out the door. “Don't say that here, don't make a scene, You know exactly what we mean. Just nod along and play the tune, Or everyone will call you loon.” [Chorus] Talking like a loon, Talking like a loon, Say something they don't want to hear And you're talking like a loon. Talking like a loon, Talking like a loon, Everybody's sane and sensible— Except the one in the room. [Verse 2] There's an algorithm in the air, Telling everybody what to care. One side screams, the other cheers, Same old story, different ears. Your friends all know what you should say, Your phone suggests it anyway. And if you dare to disagree, The mob arrives democratically. [Chorus] Talking like a loon, Talking like a loon, Question the official story And you're talking like a loon. Talking like a loon, Talking like a loon, Keep your mouth shut, keep your head down— That's how you stay in tune. [Verse 3] “That's dangerous!” “That's extreme!” “That's something you saw on a meme!” “Don't investigate, don't ask too much, Just trust the experts, that's the touch.” So I check the source, I check again, I lose a couple of online friends. Apparently the safest view Is whatever everybody else says too. [Bridge] Maybe I'm wrong, maybe they're right, Maybe we're all just spoiling for a fight. Maybe there's nothing underneath— But why's everybody biting their teeth? There's a thousand voices in the feed, Telling us exactly what to read. And every echo sounds profound When nobody's listening outside the crowd. [Verse 4] Keep them scrolling, keep them scared, Keep them fighting over who gets aired. Give them outrage, give them sport, Give them enemies to sort. While we're arguing left and right, Someone's changing things outside. And if you point it out too soon, Congratulations—you're a loon. [Final Chorus] Talking like a loon, Talking like a loon, Trying to think beyond the noise While they're dancing to the tune. Talking like a loon, Talking like a loon, Maybe asking questions isn't mad— Maybe silence is the room. [Outro] Talking... like a loon... Talking... like a loon... Say what everybody's saying And they'll leave you alone. Talking... like a loon... Talking... like a loon... Maybe I'm completely mad— But at least I chose my own. (Outro. SPACEY ECHO BASSLİNE AND SHUFFLİNG REGGAE DRUMS)
