THINGS TO DO

Don't call me, I've got things to do, I've got wars to wage, I’ve got people to screw

I've got bombs to build, I've got forests to burn, I've got mountains to crack, I've got rivers to turn

Don't call me, I've got things to do, I've got information so I can get to you

I've got algorhythms so I know just where you're at

I can see all the things that you keep under your hat

Algorhythms that'll surely lead you Into buying things that you never knew you needed to

Algorhythms say they'll set you free, but they'll just put you in a prison so you'll belong to me

Don't call me, I'm doing so well, I'm the medicine man and I can ring your bell

I've got pills that'll make you feel so good you'll need a dozen others, rob the neighbourhood

Steal from your sister, steal from your brother, steal from the collection box, steal from your mother

Pills that'll wake ya, pills to make ya sleep, pills to make you happy, pills to make ya weep

Don't call me, I've got things to do I'm such a busy boy and I'm just pushing on through

Don't call me some creature from hell, I'm just the dark side of you, just a reflection of yourself