All vocals in vocoder!       Love is nothing more than a stain on a dress    Watching things you sold being purchased for less    Euthanasia that's easy to ingest    And they call this making progress       If you take a billion plus a little finesse    And dreamy Yale boys cashing in on their "success"    Then you take a bath in Uncle Sam's treasure chest    That equals making progress       Meanwhile I am drowning in an ocean of stress    Analyzing data for a sure, sure bet    An affordable commodity that I can invest    Your love    Your sweet, sweet love I guess       Baby, baby it would be the best    If we got together tonight and regressed       It's not like we'd be de-evolving    And the world wouldn't stop revolving    We could forget the problems no one's solving    Surely I jest    And you're not listening anyway       Where we go from here baby is anybody's guess    So repress your insecurities and take off that dress    Cause the day we realize no one can clean up this mess    Will be a fine day for making progress       Will be a fine day for making progress