Boycott Neptune
With joystick and red buttons flashing
leading us astray
addictive, your diversions linger
yours is not the way
a game machine is all you are
a whorish waste of time
increasing in complexity
an endless stair to climb
your number is twelve, you're the bringer
of the endless game
the master of the wasted life
it's such a fucking shame
no pain, no gain, it's all in vain
you bear the gift of dope
futility, your sovereign
expenditure of hope
you're not my kind of dom
and you are not my kind of sub
you make me want to beat
a baby dolphin with a club
I hate you more than Saturn
and I need you like the Flu
I only want what I require--
anything but you