Voltaire - MySpace Me

I’ve got one million, five hundred thousand, sixty three friends.
They’re the cutest little devils and young debutants that I’ve never met.
Some of them are porno stars. Most aren’t who they say they are.
All of us are online for hours while the world is spinning
round and round and round.

I never felt that I was was alone ‘cause Tom was my friend.
In the morning when I wake up the inbox is full.
It just never ends.
Tila Tequila what’s the deal? You really kill me, yo!
Zenova Braiden on the page of everyone I know.
Stephen Marke you’re really onto something now but yo,
the world keeps spinning round and round and round.

Myspace me, Myspace me, Myspace me.
Myspace me, Myspace me, Myspace me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Time is ticking by and we’re still online.
Ian said I’m queer, told me grow a beard,
maybe go outside.
I’m out on the floor. See someone I like.
I suck at this game. I’m so fucking lame.
Wish I was at home in front of my computer
And then maybe I’d know what to say

Myspace me, Myspace me, Myspace me.
Myspace me, Myspace me, Myspace me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!