Whats Wrong Songtext
von mcenroe

Looking back, I guess you could see it coming
Things were so messed up
Life got so chaotic and superficial and corrupt
You could point to so many things that were really wrong
And any of them could have led to the fall
I think more and more people had a sense that something was wrong
That some dramatic shift was coming
That something had to happen
No one really knew when or how
And the powers that be did everything to avoid it
Even though it was inevitable


What′s wrong?
What's wrong?
What′s wrong?
What's wrong?
What's wrong with ya?
What′s wrong with ya?
What′s wrong with ya?
What's wrong with ya?
Everything′s the same, the same, the same, it's great
Everything′s the same, the same, the same, it's great
Everything′s the same, the same, the same, it's great
Everything's the same, the same, the same, it′s great

You got three hundred channels and a panel′s opinion
More gross product since the land was dominion
Poor folk talking but the blinders are kicking
Big box shopping plus parking for picking
I think a good American is spending, not scripping
And the heads on the telly, they be endlessly pimping
Your insecurities clouding your vision
So we send some celebrities spreading their wisdom
Just trust the fame, got a name for a reason
Follow steps to get better, it'll take a few seasons
We got hidden cameras to capture the meaning
Behind your messy little life, all the joy and the grieving
For the public to see, for the masses to assess
There would no longer be any happier in death threats
You need to chill on that, ′cause there's a pill for that
We call it Soma, have you over in a second flat


What′s wrong?
What's wrong?
What′s wrong?
What's wrong?
What's wrong?

Keep praying or it′s violation
Keep productive or reeducation
Keep spending or it′s taxation
Keep quiet or it's prosecution
Keep electing who we′re choosing to face
Electrocution by the state, test the few who would debate
Lest they forget, families get left without a trace
And there ain't a paper trail to chase, not a single sheet
History re-written with alt-control-delete
Control the street, a full fleet of soldiers
With full tasers and eager to beat the proles
Beat the polls and meet the press, stage confessions
Everyone united under one payroll
One nation under a boot
But we gave you the news, so what you wonder about?
And don′t you wander about outside
'Cause these are dangerous days
Real time, real life, at a breakneck pace
You might find your neck broke, so be home
′Cause we know your tendencies, see it in your genome
Your DNA was pre-approved to be of use
And we do never tolerate to be refused
The power of the state is absolute
Your fate has been determined, it's the face of servitude
The Howard's End mentality, the pace of how we do
The mandatory loyalty is coming ′round to you

So what′s wrong with ya?
What's wrong with ya?
What′s wrong with ya?
What's wrong with ya?
Everything′s the same, the same, the same, it's great
Everything′s the same, the same, the same, it's great
Everything's the same, the same, the same, it′s great
Everything′s the same, the same, the same, it's great

What′s wrong?
What's wrong?
What′s wrong?
What's wrong?