

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
STRIP-PING OUT THE VEIL,
WE ALL SE-CRET-LY WON-DER IF WE'RE DE-STINED TO FAIL.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE TRUTH THAT THE MAS-SES CAN FEEL,
PAY-ING RENT IN MON-TREAL JUST TO SPIN ON THE WHEEL!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw
meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT! (ahhhh)
NINE-TY SIX PER-CENT LESS DIS-CO,
WE ARE CUT-TING THE CHORDS,
SIX-TY SEV-EN LESS CI-NE-MA,
WE ARE DROP-PING THE SWORDS.
Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
SCROLL-ING THROUGH THE END OF TIMES IN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
(yeah, yeah)
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW, FUCK IT,
WHAT-EV-ER, YEAH 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! (hahaha)
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
WE ARE BRO-KEN BUT WE'RE BREATH-ING UN-DER EMP-TY SKIES.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE NI-HIL-IST STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.