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
And when you get your turn to talk
I hope your microphone is up

And the critics go whoa. . . yeah, yeah
They go oh. . . 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 of
I was wagging back and forth
Now you're hypnotised by us
Are you studying my voice?

When my hand stops 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
You're under my thumb. . . yeah
How about that, girls/boys?