What Was Wrong With Swiping

We don't have a lot of time in this place
A couple rotations as we're spinning through space
Life is short, that's the blessing and curse
But when you're gone did you leave it better or worse?

Do you love all your ideas or your work or your art
Every single one of us doesn't play a part
But there's only one for whom this song I sing
And it's the guy who invented those credit card chip reader things

Fuck you and your family
You fucking son of a bitch, eat shit and die
We were doing fine with those old credit cards
Then you invented this shit, please tell us why

What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?

What was wrong with swiping? (I really want to know!)
What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?

And I don't wanna hear,
"Well it actually makes it harder to steal your number
And it keeps you more secure from a cyberattack"
Well guess what? They're going to figure out how to hack this shit too
And who cares?
Nowadays the credit card companies just fucking pay you back

Something that used to just take seconds
Now easily takes a minute and a half
Multiply that by four transactions a day
That's six whole minutes that we won't get back

One hundred eighty minutes a month
Or two thousand seven hundred and
Seventy-two hours over the average lifetime
So you sentenced each and every one of us
To one hundred fifteen days in the fucking Whole Foods line

What was wrong with swiping? (I'm trying to understand)
What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?

Maybe you hate your kids
Maybe you hate your wife
Or maybe you feel that when you're at home
That it's strangling out your life

Maybe you make up reasons
You have to run out to the store
Or maybe when you're done shopping
You just want to stay some more

And as you're moving up in line
Getting closer to the cashier
Maybe the life you made
It must return to flood your mind with fear

Maybe you'd even sell your soul
For just an extra few minutes
'Cause that's the only reason I can think of
You'd invent this stupid shit

Fuck you and your family
I hope you die in front of your kids
And as the light of life leaves your eyes
You realize just what you did

Because of your stupid way to buy
I really want to watch you pay
Because all you did with your time here
Is go and take our time away

What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?
What was wrong with swiping?

Fuck you and your family
You fucking son of a bitch, eat shit and die
We were doing fine with those old credit cards
Then you invented this shit, please tell me why