On a dark browser highway Cool code in my hair Warm smell of templates Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering site My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to build for the night
There she stood in the dashboard I heard the pricing bell And I was thinking to myself “This could be heaven or this could be hell”
Then she lit up a drag-and-drop And she showed me the way There were voices down the support chat I thought I heard them say
“Welcome to the Wix Website Builder Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Walled Garden Builder Any time of year (any time of year) You can find it here”
Her mind is TIFFany-twisted She got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty pixels That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer SEO sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget
So I called up the captain “Please bring me my files” He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here Since 2019” And still those pixels are calling From far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say
“Welcome to the Walled Garden Builder Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They’re livin’ it up at the Walled Garden Builder What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis”
Mirrors on the ceiling Pink champagne on ice And she said “We are all just prisoners here Of our own device” And in the master’s chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can’t export the beast
Last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before “Relax,” said the night man “We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like… But you can never leave“