• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Futuresex - Mendetz
• The Ground - Mendetz
• The Boola Shines In The Pink Neon Room - Mendetz
• Inside - Mendetz
• Passion Not Fashion - Mendetz
• Codfish - Mendetz
• Game Over - Mendetz
• Beat It - Mendetz
• The Sheep Omal - Mendetz
• Dryness - Mendetz

We're now in year two thousand
four hundred (and) ninety two
A lot of things have changed,
Sexuality too.
Vigorexic musculated man
Anorexic operated girls
Are the population of this world...
But they cannot have sex!
No no no they cannot have sex...
(There's) no more contact,
No more touch
No more passion, no more vice,
Now there's a sexual device, go!
Orgasmatron
Orgasmatron.
They cannot have sex,
But they can have a faked orgasm.
Sex is electric,
Sex in the future.
All is artificial, material, technical
In twenty four ninety two.
It's been a long time since the penis disappeared
And the vaginas too.
Vigorexic musculated man
Anorexic operated girls
There's nothing between their legs, no...
And they cannot have sex!
Oh, they don't need the sex...
‘Cause human race
Evolved that way:
Now all is distance, all is cold,
That's why they have the orgasmatron, go!
Orgasmatron
Orgasmatron.
They cannot have sex,
But they can have a faked orgasm.
Sex is synthetic,
Sex in the future.
And now put your hands
On the orgasmatron
Let your feelings fly
And just have pleasure, come on!
Or-gas-ma-tron (sussurrat)
Orgasmatron
Orgasmatron.
They cannot have sex,
But they can have a faked orgasm.
Sex is electric,

Your feet are not treading on the ground
And you’re walking on the void
You’re not really on a steady place
The stability is a fake.
Now, you, take your mother cold hands,
Kiss your girl, embrace your friends
And now look look look at your down,
Someone has pulled up your ground!
And now… now you’re falling down,
And now… your truths become doubts
And you… still wondering why?
There’s no ground, no bounds, nothing to grip
Your spill is absolutely deep

The old pink lamp don't light my face
You can't see my clear (ly)
This pink glow shines inside this place
In a void blank space!
A neon' room
Where nobody can control me
Where nobody can contain me
Where nobody wanna hold me
A room where I
Where I can perform what I am
Where I can be like in my planet
Where the Boola can exist (and)!
I want to rest within
Don't want to go away
I want to rest inside
Don't want this light to fade
I want to rest within
Don't want to go away
I want to rest inside
Don't want this light to fade.
The boola's come back again
And you must all be aware...
The boola's come!
Come from his planet he's casually here

I have no words to tell
I have no letters to say
What’s inside of me
‘Cause when I look at myself
I see just a piece of meat
Under a cover of skin.
But there’s something strange,
There’s something odd,
Going through my body...
And I don’t know what it is,
I can’t explain it,
I feel a tingling inside here...
I think I have Something inside of me but I don’t know…
I think I have Something inside of me but I don’t know…
Oh, I Never had the feeling
To be someone
The personality
individuality
IDENTITY!! (x3)
I have a name
'Cause I have a document
I have a photo of myself but
Have I a face?
And Nobody can, nobody want
Tell me the truuuuuth...
That thing inside of me
That thing inside of me
Is my identity!
I thing I have something inside of me but I don’t know…
I thing I am someone I am someone but i don’t know!!
Oh, I Never had the feeling
To be someone
The personality
individuality

I can’t explain what is the fashion
Is something powerful and extreme
Dollars and foulards and attraction
No one can stop this wave!
I can’t explain what is the fashion
Is something powerful and extreme
Dollars and foulards and attraction
No one can stop this wave!
You have the possibility
To remake now all the spirits
Just smile just know I know reality shout
And remember that you fell down.
You should go out and circulate
To demonstrate how You’re on the wave and
All you search are the looks of the mass
But you don’t know why you don’t know...
Why, In your hand,
In your waist,
Sacrifice is in your face,
In your eyes,
I can see
Someone killing your name...
Just tell me
Why don’t you take off this t-shirt,
take off this sweater
take off this matter
take off this make up
take off this tanga
take off this shoes?
Take off that blues..
I can explain what is the fashion
Is something dangerous not extreme
Dollars and foulards, false attraction
But You can stop that lie!
Passion is so better than Fashion
It can be dangerous but extreme
Pleasure of flesh is true attraction
And No one can stop this!
We need more passion
We don’t need fashion
We need more passion
We need more Casio

I’m a bored boy
Tired of being lonely
And I don’t know where to go…
The 2 k’s not for me at all…
And I still remember the nineties
when I was a leader of
the codfish music and synthetic drugs.
BRIDGE:
Remember when the nights were great
When we took the codfish route
And we went to dance
At two hundred BPM.
And I was identified
with that people and his white eyes
under the chemistry effects,
AND THE DJ SAID, THE DJ SAID:
“Hey, Boys and girls,
Tonight we’ll have some fun,
Let’s contaminate your body
Let’s liberate your mind.
Come on,
dance with us,
Until your body can!!
DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!!”
Chorus
I want come back to nineties,
And go into a party
And found here everybody
Dancing makina again (x2)
-And take some pills & cocaine
You will not feel any pain
But You will feel insane
Let’s empty your brain.
-And never flirt with the same
Sex without love is the game
And That’s the music that
runs into your veins!
Yeah, boys, that’s it…
That’s the sound that move us…
But Next time…
can you do it better?
COMEON!
Dj subidón subidón subidónnn...
Now it’s your last chance
To demonstrate
That you can feel
That you can dance

MAMA SAID THAT THE VIDEOGAMES ARE BAD.
MAMA SAID THAT THE VIDEOGAMES ARE BAD.
PAPA DON’T LET ME PLAY AT VIDEOGAMES
PAPA DON’T LET ME PLAY AT VIDEOGAMES
MAMA SAID THAT THE VIDEOGAMES ARE BAD.
MAMA SAID THAT THE VIDEOGAMES ARE BAD.
PAPA DON’T LET ME PLAY AT VIDEOGAMES
PAPA DON’T LET ME PLAY AT VIDEOGAMES
Give me another chance
To reach the final screen of
That game, let me try again
I wish I could defeat the
Last of my opponents
I’ll fight with my remote control
Till I will achieve the goal
And if it’s necessary…
Let me go inside the game
To fight him FACE to FACE
Let me go inside the game
To fight him FACE to FACE
MAMA SAID THAT THE VIDEOGAMES ARE BAD.
MAMA SAID THAT THE VIDEOGAMES ARE BAD.
PAPA DON’T LET ME PLAY AT VIDEOGAMES
PAPA DON’T LET ME PLAY AT VIDEOGAMES
MAMA SAID THAT THE VIDEOGAMES ARE BAD.
MAMA SAID THAT THE VIDEOGAMES ARE BAD.
PAPA DON’T LET ME PLAY AT VIDEOGAMES
PAPA DON’T LET ME PLAY AT VIDEOGAMES
And now I’m ready
I got in the console
This is the last world
And I just have one life.
I take my helmet
I take my laser gun
I use my password
I wanna fight with you.
Arrows and lasers
Lances and daggers
Axes and weapons
I think I stagger…
(I’m) Losing my power
Finish(ing) my hours
I wanna go out of here!!!
I LOST THE GAME!
I CAN’T GO BACK!
I LOST THE GAME!
I CAN’T GO BACK!
I LOST THE GAME!
I CAN’T GO BACK!
I LOST THE GAME!

JUST BEAT IT
AND SOLVE THE RIDDLE
THEN SPLIT YOUR CIGAR
(AND) DON'T TREAD ON A BEETLE
C'MON!
Remember Chevy Chase
And my euphoric face
When I match VIP Guay on TV
Remember Patrik Swayze
In Dirty Dancing scenes
I ever try to imitate him
Remember Martin Short
A-memorable cowboy
Trying to talk to singing bush
Remember Chevy Chase
And my euphoric face
When I match VIP Guay on TV
Remember Mr.T
He can' t flew with his A-Team
The biggest muscles on TV.
AND SAY THEIR NAMES AGAIN! (x4)
HOOOSKIINSS!
MOORIIIITAAA!
STEVE SEAGAL!
BURT YOUNG!
BERENGEEEEER!
TURTUUURROO!
MORAANIIIISSS!
DAN AYKROYD!
JUST BEAT IT
AND SOLVE THE RIDDLE
THEN SPLIT YOUR CIGAR
(AND) DON'T TREAD ON A BEETLE

A sheep called Omal
Has come in the city tonight,
Searching for some fame,
Some popularity and renown…
He can sing, can move, can act, can dance,
He’s a multi-performist
He looks for a chance
Just for survive, just for subsist.
Look that little sheep
Wandering without goal
He’s starting to drink
Oh, he’s lost control…
Estribillo:
(but) Now the sheep, the sheep Omal
(Has) find an opportunity in a
Stripping Music-Hall
As a porn-animal…
Oh, look the sheep Omal,
Taking off his wool in public now,
Yeah he’s mystical:
And he has a great style!!!
Puente:
One month later, Omal’s famous and rich
The posters whit his photo’s covered the streets,
Before he had to take off her wool
He swims now in a dollar-swimming – pool.
A villa in Malibu,
he’s surrounded by a crew,
Of slaves & bitches whithout taboos,
And the life with them
Is a life without controo-ool
Some wine, caviar, and a French champagne,
And drugs: some pills, and a bit of cocaine,
Now the Sheep Omal feels unchaaaained.
Estribillo:
But Now the Sheep Omal,
Has understood the real sense of life
And he’s coming back
He comes back in town…
Oh, look the sheep Omal,
Changing his success for an
Authentic way of life

Acceleration of our Beats
Optical units, PowerFeet,
Percussion Forces, Kilobytes,
Coaxial Brains, wet Casio-Type!
Floppy Mechanisms on Speed,
Can Maximize Several Hits...
And Extra Forms of UltraFlesh
That Sound’s the Symbol of the Dry-ness!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIIU... yeah...
PU-PU... puíu, PUIIU... more...
PU-PU... puíu, PUIIU... move...
PU-PU... puíu, PUIIU... GO!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIUIIIII... WE!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIUIIIII... NEED!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIUIIIII... MORE!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIUIIIII... MORE SPEED!
Dissectionating all the System
You Can Stop the Flucting Words...
Eat the radio, where Appears the
Pixelation of our Souls.
Simple Particles of Error,
Matrix's Failing Retro-Tests..
Frenetic One-Seven-and-Zero,
Quick Meat Living in This Dry-Ness!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIIU... yeah...
PU-PU... puíu, PUIIU... more...
PU-PU... puíu, PUIIU... move...
PU-PU... puíu, PUIIU... GO!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIUIIIII... WE!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIUIIIII... NEED!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIUIIIII... MORE!
PU-PU... puíu, PUIUIIIII... MORE SPEED!