Still and transfixed

The electric sheep are dreaming of your face.

Enjoy you from the chemical

Comfort of America

Come one, come all

Into ninteen-eighty four

Yeah, three, two, one...

Lights! camera! transaction!

Quick, your time is almost up

Make 'em forget that they're the moth

Edging in towards the flame

Burn into obscurity

Still and transfixed

The electric sheep are dreaming of your fate

judge you from the card castle

Comfort of America

Come one, come all

Into ninteen-eighty four

Yeah, three, two, one...

Lights! camera! transaction!

Your foundation is canyoning

Fault lines should be worn with pride

I hate to say it

But you're so much more

You're so much more endearing with the sound turned off