We Want Your Soul (feat. Adam Freeland)

Your cell phone, your wallet, your time, your ideas

No barcode, no party, no id, no beers

Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears

No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here

Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets

Your office, your time off, your fashions, your sex

Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass.

Your laughs, your bones

We write it all

We want your soul

Tell us your habits, your facts, your fears

Give us your address, your shoe size, your years

Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes

Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life.

Show us your children, your photos, your home.

Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan.

Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit.

Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on toot

We'll show you things we'll show you swings

We'll buy you things, drugs, big yard, birds

We'll sell you crap we'll charge you fat

We're gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen

We want your soul

Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams

Your cheque book, your residence, your sweat, your screams

Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society

Your self, your place, your distance, your speed