Songtexte:
Information Society Get Up Away From That Thing

Get up away from that thing Andmove to the obscure rhythim get up away from that thing try to get out of their reach Get up away from that screen And

beat down Like that and that's on the goose my brother Because now days a dollar comes harder than a motherfucker So if you out in that world don't get

I'm from Queens I'm not happy Dad pasted away, moms remarried I gotta big bro, but he's in jail Moms said for some things that he used to sell And I'm

getting away from his unwelcome guests, as things were getting ugly. "he says he has lost his patience, and that he can think of other ways of extracting payment from

I'm from Queens I'm not happy Dad pasted away, moms remarried I gotta big bro, but he's in jail Moms said for some things that he used to sell And I'm

pieces never fit the puzzle of life society's built on. So here I sit with a hole in my head, I tried replacin information and I wound up dead. Nothin