What's Wrong (lyrics)

This is one of my favorite songs ever and it's a shame so few people have heard it. The song is by mcenroe, a Canadian artist most people have never heard of. I typed out these lyrics by hand while listening to the song, there might be some errors in transcription.

It opens with a narrator speaking about the collapse of a society long after its collapse. The lyrics read as a thorough indictment of modern society.

Narrator:

Looking back, I guess you could see it coming. Things were so messed up. Life got so chaotic, and superficial, and corrupt. You could point to so many things that were really wrong, any of them could've led to the fall. I think more and more people had a sense that something was wrong, that some dramatic shift was coming, that something had to happen. And no one really knew when or how, and the powers that be did everything to avoid it, even though it was inevitable.

mcenroe:

What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong,

What's wrong with ya? What's wrong with ya?

What's wrong with ya? What's wrong with ya?

Everything's the same the same the same it's grey

Everything's the same the same the same it's grey

You got 300 channels, and a panel's opinion

More gross product since the land was dominion

Poor folk talkin' but their blinders will kick in

Big box shoppin but it's parking for picking

I think a good American is spendin not scrimpin

And the heads on the telly they be endlessly pimpin

Your insecurities just cloudin your vision

So we send some celebrities spreadin their wisdom

Just trust the fame got a name for a reason

Follow steps to get better it'll take a few seasons

We got hidden cameras to capture the meanin

Behind your messy little lives all the joy and the grievin

For the public to see, for the masses to assess

There will no longer be any half empty death threats

You need to chill on that cuz theres a pill for that

We call it SOMA have you over in a second flat

Keep praying or it's violation

Keep productive or reeducation

Keep spending or it's taxation

Keep quiet or it's prosecution

Keep electing who we're choosing to face

Electrocution by the state

Thats the few who would debate

Less they forget families left with no trace

Any there ain't no paper trail to chase

Not a single sheet

History rewrit with alt control delete

Control the street a full fleet

Of soldiers with volt tasers and eager to beat the proles

Beat the polls and meet the press

Stage confessions, everyone united under one payroll

One nation under a boot, but we gave you the news

So whatchu wonderin bout and don't you wander about outside

Cuz these are dangerous days

Real time real life at a breakneck pace

You might find your neck broke so be home

Cuz we know your tendencies see it in your genome

Your DNA was preapproved to be of use

And we do never tolerate to be refused

The power of the state is absolute

Your fate has been determined it's the face of servitude

The howitzer mentality the pace of how we do

The mandatory loyalty is comin round to you

So what's wrong with ya? What's wrong with ya?

What's wrong with ya? What's wrong with ya?

Everything's the same the same the same it's grey

Everything's the same the same the same it's grey

Everything's the same the same the same it's grey

Everything's the same the same the same it's grey

What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?