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Johnny, you think you're safe in your bed
With a microchip inside your head
You better start running home
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta go
I'm a prophet of the new machine
With a silicone centre
A skin colored hull
Covers an Expertly Crafted Brainmachine
Johnny, you think you're safe in your bed
With a microchip inside your head
They're gonna strip you to the bone
Listen to them breathe when you pick up the telephone
I just had one installed
Right inside my skull
Now I've got a brand new worm in my apple
A worm in control, in control of a skin colored hull!
So you think you are safe now?
On the radio, you hear the people say:
Johnny's on top of the world,
Johnny gets all the girls
Yet he still trails behind because he needs
Machines to keep him alive
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