Hypercommunication

The satellites are screaming Calling out for love The city feels so queer now Ken uses some hand cream Well you just seem so sad now, is anybody in? Barbie grabs a gun I hope she'll have some fun Hand on to your pillow I could love you so You will never call me back For you know that you've been bad I will never call you back. These things aren't even sad Hypercommunication Send back all invitations And cleans the windows? (Can you sleep without dreaming of me now) And she feeds the dogs And she tortures her laptop And he cuts a log There goes your mountain, I will climb mine There goes your mountain, I will climb mine