Testo Blue Screens And X-rays

Saturday night watching satellites
Until Sunday, when the sun shines all day
Nobody seems to enjoy a free ride
They all wanna go back to the office instead
Dreamin' in front of a computer game
Of blue screens and x-rays

Changing my mood like colors and food Every new old day
Blue screens and x-rays
Somebody silently creeps into my privacy
And slips away with a piece of cake
The past is a pastel in black and whïte
And the future's about to be fucked up