Hypnotised

I steal the notes from other bands

I fill their shoes with wet cement

I make you think of certain things

And when you talk the things you'll say

I'm pretty sure of what you want

I bet you want the same as me

You want to think of something smart

Something someone would repeat

But I'm giving up on all that fuss

I'm gonna tell you how it is

Then, when you get your turn to talk

I hope your microphone is off

And the critics go, "Whoa...yeah...yeah..."

They'll go, "Whoa...yeah...shotgun..."

But, for now just watch the screen

Let me control the things you think

You'd like to think you could resist

But you're being hypnotised by this

Think of the clock you thought up

How it's wagging back and forth

How you're hypnotised by us

Are you studying my pores?

When my hand snaps you'll wake up

To your daily concerns

I'm counting backwards in your head

You're letting me do all the work

You're under my thumb, yeah, yeah

(snap)

You're under my thumb, yeah

How 'bout that, boys?