Satellite Kids

*Coughing*
One, two, one, two, three

Satellite kids, and your robot world
You've got your space suit on yelling, "Fuck everyone!"
You don't have dreams anymore
Imagination is dead
You wear your heart on your sleeve
And left your conscience in bed

I think we're living in a time of change
Status updates and cosmic rays
And all we ever want are designer things
Peep the kick game and check the shades
I think we're trying to get a man to Mars
Even though teachers can't get paid (yeah)
And everybody wants to be a star
I just hope I shine when the sky is gray
'cus I be looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out a motive
You know money is the goal or not?
And the more I think about it
I'd be pretty good without it
'cus the money made me stress a lot
Satellite kids in the city
Where the pretty things rule
And the priest don't pray enough
Trying to get to heaven with the devil in my rear-view
Telling me, "Man, we gonna dance or what?"

(Yeah)
I'm trying to figure out imagination
All I ever see is how they killing nations
Probably putting poison in your medication
Hiding all the facts to your education
But you're too busy trying to keep up
With whoever got the latest fashion
I've been wearing nothing but the city on my back
And a crown for my hat, that's royal passion
Trying to get these kids to Utopia
Show them how the only way up is to play my sound
People say I talk about religion
Like I'm always on a mission
Just to kill what the church has found
Satellite kids in the city
Where the pretty things rule
And the priest don't pray enough
Trying to get to heaven with the devil in my rear-view
Telling me, "Man, we gonna dance or what?"