Mitch Benn
Текст песни MySpace

I don't know why I'm on MySpace
I really don't know what it's for
It's like a big competition to collect the most friends
But there isn't a prize
And the competition never ends

But still I spend half the day on there
It's getting quite out of control
I can't shake my condition
And I can't shake the suspicion
That this means Rupert Murdock owns my soul

I already had a website
In fact I had two or more
I've been online for quite some time
I was just fine before
I'd kicked my eBay habit
I'd quit YouTube as well
Now this has dragged me straight back into
Net addiction Hell - oh,

I don't know why I'm on MySpace
But neither does anyone else
So it made the Arctic Monkeys famous, woo bloody hoo
I would have thought they'd make it anyway, wouldn't you?
Yet here I am tending my profile
Checking how many views I've had today
And although it's all quite cute, I'll
Admit it's all quite futile
Someone take my internet away.
(Goddamn you Tom)
Someone take my internet away.

(Hey Tom, if you're like, everybody's friend, do you think you could, like, y'know, turn around and face the right way occasionally? Tom?)