Swallow The Vinegar (GG x Damon Albarn)

[Verse 1: Grey Ghost]
Is it just me or we gettin' too comfy in this land of milk and honey?
Still obsessed with money even though the crash proved it ain’t nothin'
And the rides in London showed us we can do somethin'
But also there is no button to turn it off all of a sudden
Easy just to say “Fuck it”, hide away like the Loch Ness
As long as they changin’ the subject, complacency is the object
Political parties seem so similar, people just shakin' their head ‘cause they're givin' up
You can do whatever you want as long as you do it inside this perimeter
Is this real life, or is this cinema? Wake up and swallow the vinegar

[Chorus: Damon Albarn, Grey Ghost]
We are everyday robots on our phones
Is this real life, or is this cinema? Wake up and swallow the vinegar
In the process of getting home
Is this real life, or is this cinema? Wake up and swallow the vinegar
Looking like standing stones

[Verse 2: Grey Ghost]
We really are robots, facin' away from each other like a soap opera
We livin' in Apocalypse Now like Coppola, yeah
Watch a beheadin' and mop it up, swipe to the right to block it out
Program's on in half an hour, pour a tea but the milk is sour
And the power’s out, climb to the roof and shout out
But nobody hears you, you know you get drowned out
By the sound of sirens, firin’ squad ain't retirin’
Get struck by lightnin', goddamn, you don't like this

[Chorus: Damon Albarn, Grey Ghost]
We are everyday robots on our phones
You get struck by lightnin', goddamn, you don’t like this
In the process of getting home
You get struck by lightnin', goddamn, you don't like this
Looking like standing stones

[Verse 3: Mathas, (Damon Albarn)]
Little white [?] with the collar tucked in, rush of a million and one endorphins
Thumbs up, a thousand plus, like [?]
But a few trolls in the full room, bringin' reality back to the root
Kick in the guts and a wedgie to boot, bullies and armies and rifles and imminent
Enemies imitate relevance in a more marketed friendly development
So killin' is more of the sentiment, than any known instance of fellowship
And [?] better known no show so it comes to the guts, regularity of protest
(We are) In it, for a few flick coins, to a quick course, that's bidness
Apathetic deadweight, ayy, never make noise, live in it
Win off it, get free shit, peak on it, slick with it
Never been a more mellow fellow when the picket line [?] I hold with a two tipped scroll
Glide in the glow of it, bugs to it like glow, but are over it
Turn thugs in a fight to the death for it, shut doors get pried by command of it, and that's that
Numb to a single file of robots, useless outside of a Wi-Fi hotspot
Head home and jam your doors, tune in for the canned applause

[Chorus: Damon Albarn, Grey Ghost]
We are everyday robots getting old
Head home and jam your doors, tune in for the canned applause
When our lips are cold
Head home and jam your doors, tune in for the canned applause
Looking like standing stones
Out there on our own

[Outro: Damon Albarn]
Little robots in ringback tones
In the process of getting home (Autonomous)