A Microchip on Your Shoulder

The race is on to replace reality with a computer simulation of how it should be
Which is able to respond to any virtual situation
That can be thought up by a braindead population
The need for human contact and to communicate are now being reclassified
As quite out-of-date - if you're plugged into a terminal and watching a screen
Then you'll have quite enough idea of what life really means
And maybe one day they'll say we no longer need food
They'll just give us virtual nourishment down a cathode ray tube
Now you can have virtual children, or virtual pets who
When they get ill, can go to virtual vets
Friday night clubbing with your virtual mates
Trying out your chat-up lines on virtual dates
If you pluck up the courage you can have virtual sex
Does it make you wonder what they'll think of next?
Maybe a virtual job and a virtual wife?
Why not go the whole hog - load in a virtual life?
And at the end of it all you'll be virtually dead
(Which you are already, I'd have honestly said)
You should never underestimate the power of the companies
To take your lives and natural drives and replace them with pale copies
If you think that life is just a little too real then a virtual world may have an appeal
A hypothetical life-game you can practise at home
And pretend to yourself that you're not on your own
In a virtual world, choose any life that you want
You can print it all out and even choose your own font
But just don't think of opening your door and wanting the real life that you had before
When the game is over you'll just turn off the set
A feeling of emptiness is all that you'll get
Now you're back in the real world where you're just another maggot on a hook
To be torn apart by corporate sharks who don't give a virtual fuck