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The Bug
words and music by Matt Abell
©2004 All rights reserved
 

All our computers think that we have run out of time
The calendar stops at ninety-nine
The scientists scratch their heads and say, “It’s in the design”
But some people see this as a sign

Science won’t cure what ails us
Our faith in technology fails us
We’ve really got the bug this time

What if the lights went out on New Year’s Eve?
Why should it take such a catastrophe
To wake us up, to make a blind man see --
The bug is you, the bug is me

Remember when life was simple, Atari was cool
We didn’t know much in ’82
Now here comes the big one, baby: Two triple-oh
But what do we know, what do we know?

Science won’t cure what ails us
Our faith in technology fails us
We’ve really got the bug this time

What if the lights went out on New Year’s Eve?
Why should it take such a catastrophe
To wake us up, to make a blind man see --
The bug is you, the bug is me

So make a run on the bank
Store your potatoes
Better stack your firewood
And stew your tomatoes

If we can’t beat the bug
Then we better go back to being
Human beings

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