He won't know AdornonHe's an adult with an adcultnYou can buy your way into his headnnHe was never betternWearing sneakers and a sweaternMade by 12-year-olds sweating in ShenzhennnHe says, nLet's drive, drive, drivenTill we burn, burn, burn, nWe can choke on it later on tonightnAnd we'll fumble with the planetnDry the river and then damn itnJust persuade me that everything's all rightnnThis was his realitynHe says the stupid love equalitynAnd he's never seen a car he didn't likennOn code like a reptiliannPays Rapaille another billionnFrom your cortex to the page is just a hikennSonLet's drive, drive, drivenTill we burn, burn, burn, nWe can choke on it later tonightnAnd we'll fumble with the planetnDry the river, then we'll damn itnJust persuade me that everything's all rightnnBecause things, we've got to have our thingsnnWe're not persuaded by the OmnicomnWe're not persuaded we're the only onesnWe're not persuaded by hegemonynWe're not persuaded we were ever freennIs that your conscience, or are you alone?nIs that Noam Chomsky on the telephone?