From the recording All The Fourth Songs (so far)

Lyrics

Can you even decide what to do today
Now you’ve got the whole world in your hands
A million choices in your cyber-life
And a million people want to like you

You want to read a book
But your brain won’t seem to co-operate
Keep getting told where to look
Every day you’re scratching the itch

Got to find the off switch
Got to find the off switch
Got to find the off switch
Come on think for yourself.

We’re in a world full of preachers
God knows I’m the son of my father
It’s hard to tell the plums from the peaches
When you’ve lost your sense of smell

Come on let’s roll in the mud today
We don’t have to act like robots
Don’t buy a pig in a poke today
Or you’ll soon be scratching the itch

Got to find the off switch
Got to find the off switch
Got to find the off switch
Come on think for yourself.

Google likes me warm and cosy
Won’t let me grow
The folk who i think crazy
I might most need to know
I won’t go where I’m led
On digital depend
I want to see the real world
With real friends

Got to find the off switch
Got to find the off switch
Got to find the off switch


Come on think for yourself.