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Simon Finn - Walkie Talkie

And we all go walkie talkie Communicating up a storm Only now they're running screamies For our senses have been shorn

And we're screaming for our testes And we're screaming for our wombs And our babes are screaming with us For they know they'll be us soon

And we all go walkie talkie We should be howling at the moon For the moon's now feeling lonesome Now we have our tech cocoons

And we all go walkie talkie Then we all go run and hide Between the cracks of our illusion From our depredated lives

And we hold on to our cocks And we hold on to our cunts To assert we're still alive And to tell our backs from fronts

For we're going round in circles Yes, we're going round and round Trying to find the hideout where Our spirit's gagged and bound

For she used to lie in oceans She used to play in trees But our perforated kingdom Has made her ill at ease

And I'm falling, stalling, calling Is anyone out there? Is anyone out there?

And we're crying for connection And we're crying in our dreams And we're praying for something to touch us To quieten our screams

Yes we're crying for a lover And we're crying for our mums And for anyone who'll tell us When this crying first began

We all go walkie talkie with our aspirations at our side We all go walkie talkie trying to maximize our lives And as we walkie talkie our spirits quietly cry For they would walk and talk with us if we only had the time