[Verse 1]

It doesn't matter what you are

It doesn't even matter if it's true

That you are what you eat

And you eat whatever's available

One of us knows a sad man

Who created a product or service

Who traded it for a burger

Who's got to keep doing this over and over

[Verse 2]

With all the other stuff I said so far

It doesn't even matter if it's true

That I have no taste

And I get what my money

Yes, I get what my money is going to

[Chorus]

Uh-oh!

Digital dining!

Dining spheres and mental fears

Insensible to human ears

I've come from the future

But only to see the fake plants

Left holding the probe

Turned around when I ate the rotatoes

I've come from the past to congratulate you on your fake kid

[Bridge]

In 2122

The speaker at the grocery store

Still blaring "Stuck In The Middle With You"

"Stuck In The Middle With You"

And do they really want to live forever

I'll be dead and gone

And they'll recycle my parts

Into some boomer atom heart

[Verse 3]

It doesn't matter if you're smart

It doesn't matter if the food is hot

[Outro]

The fix is in: you're made of tin

Your five ideas will not suffice for sustenance

(Two voices telling me the same thing)

The fix is in: you're made of tin

Your five ideas will not suffice for sustenance

The fix is in: you're made of tin

Your five ideas will not suffice for sustenance