Autotune

I am living with a black dog, a dark and savage beast I try my best to tame him but I keep him on a leash I've got turntables and microphones for all the voices in my head I can play a mean guitar but rock and roll is dead Give me twitter feeds and Facebook likes and save me from temptation I'm a drifter in suburbia I'm a flag without a nation My heart is just like Cape Town all four seasons in a day I just jump into the ocean to wash my blues away Autotune my voice and photoshop my face Airbrush all my insecurities, reset my inner space I've been wondering for days just why I wander in a daze I've been looking for a way out, a way out of this maze I feel as I get older my vocal range gets lower The x files of my acid days in file 13 in my brain I am floating in a hurricane to the sounds of John Coltrane I know the answer to life, the universe and everything But all I'm really looking for is a funky song to sing Autotune my voice and photoshop my face Airbrush all my insecurities Reset my inner space I don't know where I'm coming from I don't know where I'm going All I do is adjust my wings to wherever the wind is blowing Autotune my voice and photoshop my face Airbrush all my insecurities, reset my inner space