Are you going to a private party?

Remain unseen and catch a watchful eye

See the etiquette, baby, is watch what you say

Yeah, if somebody's listening, hey, well it's not me

While written up across the overpass

There's some uncoordinated mass abstention

That gets no attention. What nobody mentions

Says nothing to me about my disaffection

While all the creeping advertisers take everything you say and do

Bundle it up, and then they're selling it back to you

Try not to discount the full force of the rhythm

A suspicious glance, and you find yourself in it

In panoptic vision, you get what you're giving

The cop in your head rules an infinite prison

And the joke's on you if you've been living with it

I-I-I'm losing patience. I-I'm getting sick

And the trick of paralysis is you never loosen your grip

While all the creeping social climbers try all of this year's nom de plumes

All while the cop in your head is coming up with one for you too