Everything Is Automatic

Album: Underdogs (1998)
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  • Miss my head, miss my heart, miss my lungs
    Be what you want to be
    Watch what you want to see
    Killed for fun
    Down a hole, up a rope
    Down some pills, up some hope
    This karma machine only takes quarters
    New age soldier, new age soldier

    Everybody's all right
    Everything is automatic
    And everybody's all right
    Everything is skin deep

    Everybody's all right
    And everything is automatic
    Everybody's all right
    And everything is skin deep, me

    Say hey, say hey, say how ya doing
    Say hey, say hey, say how ya doing

    I miss my lazy boy
    I miss my TV
    I miss myself
    Do you miss your lazy boy
    Do you miss your TV
    Do you miss yourself

    Everybody's all right
    Everything is automatic
    Everybody's all right
    Everything is skin deep

    Everybody's all right
    Everything is automatic
    Everybody's' all right
    Everything is skin deep, me

    It's always what I wanted
    It's always what I wanted
    It's always what I

    Killed for fun
    It's fucking funny don't you think
    One day you'll decompose
    And you wake up and those
    Those birds are singing
    Those birds are singing

    It's always what I wanted
    It's always what I wanted
    It's always what I
    It's always what I

    Everything is skin deep Writer/s: Matthew Good
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 3

  • Jet from SeatownAs stated below, the "possession obsession" that dominates our society is definitely the focus of this song. Also, Good is pointing out that we've become so desensitized to the fact that we are told through advertising what we should want or should be, no one ever has to think about what we really should try to attain or try to be - our goals are "automatic"ally presented to us by the media. I think the line "It's always what I wanted" reflects the fact that the media has us convinced that the next thing we buy will be the one that guarantees our happiness.
  • Simon from Montreal, CanadaThis is a song that explain how we define ourselves trought things we own. "I miss my lazy-boy, miss my tv... miss myself". Even if written in 1997, it's still actual now... and i can say it's even bigger today, just take a look at todays commercials "With this new car... now you're somebody" or "you can't live without this or that".
  • Elliot from Ottawa, CanadaThe line "Those birds are singing" was taken from the specific passage in the Vonnegut book:

    "...because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like 'Poo-tee-weet?'"
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