Lyrics

White socks don't match, cellphone around his neck
He's a modern man; likes that info-porn-utopia, that's right!
Grew up on the right side of the railroad tracks,
Lookin' for a catch; he likes the way a woman moves
Got to cyber-up his groove ...

Pure piston, smart transmission
He's the picture of a modern man, doin' ev'rything he can.

He wants a Transparent Rose
A woman to see through to her very soul
His gain, his loss, its all about control
When he's on that roll.

All he sees is translucent frost, away from his desk he's lost
He's got a parallel life where he's happy and he's always high
Hotter than a two-dollar gun, pretty rabbits all on the run
You see him on patrol; he's in complete control
Chasin' down the night with a cyber-lovelight
Its all about the feel, you know, it feels surreal ...