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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT STEER-ING THROUGH THE GOLD,
WIN-NING EV-ERY PRIZE WHILE THE MUNDANE WORLD GROWS COLD.
DRANK A POT OF COF-FEE,
COL-ORS FLAT AND GRAY,
ZOM-BIE IN MY BOD-Y WHEN MY BA-BY GOES A-WAY!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
EV-ERY-THING IS MOL-DY LIKE THE FRUIT IN THE FRIDGE,
TRAIN OFF OF THE TRACK,
BURN-ING OUT THE BRIDGE.
Amara vara Mara vara MAG-GOTS FOR MY BRAIN,
WISH-ING FOR A TRAG-E-DY IN CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
(let's go!)
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW, CHART-TOP-PING I-CONS AND WE RUN THE SHOW!
SPIL-LING ALL OUR GUTS WHILE WE SE-CURE THE BAG,
TOP-THIR-TY LEA-DER-BOARD WAV-ING THE FLAG!
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY,
CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
MUNDANE ZOM-BIE AN-GELS FADING IN THE SKIES.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE ROT-TING STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.