Antisocial Media Songtext
von Blancmange

Two-faced anonymous truckers
On the edge, on the verge
Venting a spleen, hiding behind
Zeros and ones, virtual screen
Should only be hiding
Head-hung from and in shame

Correct me if I′m wrong
Correct me if I'm wrong
Chastise me, unbaptise me
Correct me
But not till the end of the song

Since the new world began
Where you threw in your coat
Am I right in thinking?
Governors are off, comments spat
Apparent impurity, they dug off the leash
Thank your God, no Orwellian thought police
Are you watching, waiting, watching
Waiting, are you hating?


Correct me if I′m wrong
Correct me if I'm wrong
Chastise me, unbaptise me
Correct me
But not till the end of the song

Two-faced anonymous truckers
On the edge of the verge
Venting spleen, hiding behind
Zeros and ones and a virtual screen
Should only being hiding or
Head hung from and in shame

Correct me if I'm wrong
Correct me if I′m wrong
Chastise me, unbaptise me
Correct me now
At the end of the song

Correct me if I′m wrong
Correct me if I'm wrong
Chastise me, unbaptise me
Correct me