i was free (free, free), free to travel around, over the sea (sea, sea), and over the ground. Drinking beer in Vienna and sherry wine in Spain until the devil came knocking on my door again. There was trouble, trouble in my bubble.
Now i've got all i need, and indeed much more; and i don't even need to walk to the store. My name and features are all registered in code; and we've got fences on both sides of the road. There is trouble, trouble in my bubble.
Here is the trailer for the sequel: we're all gonna be created equal. My bubble will grow; my bubble won't burst; and no-one is ever gonna die of thirst. No more trouble, trouble in my bubble.