Operator
Won't you put me on through
To anyone at all you see
I've never
felt quite so alone;
Since caller ID,
No one seems to answer the
phone

I've got a back-ordered conversation
(Call it a revelation)
That
everyone's put on hold
But now there's a promise provider
That's no
sympathizer
To those of us that won't be sold
So I guess we'll see
I'm
hoping that I'm wrong
But it's the hypocrisy
That we've been fighting all
along

Oh my God, it's endless
We'll be the victims of our own defenses
And
the [bad word] will hurt
You may be blind but you're not deaf
So pick up the phone
and hold your breath
Because the [bad word] will hurt

Operator
Won't you put me
on through
To anyone at all you see
I've never felt quite so alone;
Since
caller ID,
No one seems to answer the
Operator
(Misguided hopes and
undeserved fame)
Won't you put me on through
(Will bring us to)
To anyone at
all you see
(The dangerous change))
I've never felt quite so alone so
(When
it [bad word] through we'll be storming the streets so)

Please enjoy the
music while your party is reached.

OH
PICK UP THE PHONE
 [bad word] x2