One of My Eyes Is a Clock

Ahhhhhhhh
I don't want to live my life from the outside looking in
Through a camera phone lens
Surely, that makes no sense
How can you enjoy yourself, if you're always auditioning for an online fashion parade?
A ghastly, grinning, gurning cavalcade?
Push your friends together, and all adopt a glassy smile
Click and send so everyone knows you're having all this fun

We don't go to parties anymore, we go to huge non-paid photoshoots
So everyone can advertise their impressive, exciting, happy lives

When did we get stuck in this whole vain mindset, pimping our moments on the internet?
"Movie of me", a timeline for all to see, compile your own documentary
Even I know, and I've a great, big, fat ego, I'm not the star of a reality show

I'm no-one
You're no-one
They're no-one
So now, please everyone
Let's just all get over ourselves

And turn those fucking things off, if you're watching movies or a band
Why can no-one concentrate?
It's not so hard, unless you're eight
Couples now in restaurants, face-to-face, just tapping away
Inches from each other, why'd they even bother?

Good God
It's so odd
Can't they even go sixty secs
Without reading or sending texts?

These things aren't moving the human race on
They're turning us into navel-gazing morons

I'm frightened for our children

One day, I may simply give way
And log on to say something inane
Take forever, try to be clever
Type whatever, something like this

"I'm sitting down"
Or "I just saw Will Smith murder a tramp."
Yes
"I'm drowning myself"
"One of my eyes is a clock"