From the recording You're Welcome, With Love
Lyrics
What Is This Bleep?!
Well, last drip of plastic, pulpy soup / Hangs over the synthetic mold / I like them when they tend to like back / But we stamp ‘em either way and ship ‘em out ◭ Nothing’s different at a certain cold / Everything’s a burger in the right mold / But these show all the signs of life / But for the resignation slips they hold ⧩◢ I look to be / Something more than just a fucking me / It’s deep in its code / It shows in its charts / It's all in the signs that graphically show its heart / Amongst all those blips / What is this bleep?! ◣ I like it / That can’t be right / I named it / That can’t be right! // But for reasons that are hard to explain / Quality control won’t call them remains / Yet they show all the signs of life / But for the resignation slips they hold ◢ ◣ ⧔ I can’t claim to know all the many things / I'd always thought that I’d know / But they’re some very simple quality codes / I'd always thought that anyone would always try to uphold / But in this other world / With a bottom line / We have to keep producing / Or we’re falling behind / It’s from this other world / You rolled off the line // Now there’s this funny place / Where girls get dated / Extrapolate it! / They procreate! ⧕ ◭⧩ I look to be / Something more than just a fucking me / It’s deep in its code / It shows in its charts / It's all in the signs that graphically show its heart / Amongst all the blips / Amongst all those bleeps / What are these things I keep? / I got on my knees and prayed ■