We Want Your Soul (feat. Adam Freeland)

Your cell phone, your wallet, your time, your ideas No barcode, no party, no id, no beers Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets Your office, your time off, your fashions, your sex Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass Your laughs, your bones We write it all We want your soul We want your soul We want your soul We want your soul Tell us your habits, your facts, your fears Give us your address, your shoe size, your years Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life Show us your children, your photos, your home Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on toot We'll show you things we'll show you swings We'll buy you things, drugs, big yard, birds We'll sell you crap we'll charge you fat We're gonna find big guns and a drunk in your kitchen We want your soul Your soul, your house, your phone, your wife We want your soul Your soul, your house, your phone, your wife We want your soul Your soul, your house, your phone, your wife We want your soul Your soul, your house, your phone, your wife We want your soul Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams Your cheque book, your residence, your sweat, your screams Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society Your self, your place, your distance, your space