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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
LAC-ING UP THE SHOES,
MINT GREEN JOR-DANS STEP-PING WHILE THEY IG-NORE THE CLUES.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE PITY FOR THE EMP-TY SHELL,
RE-PUR-POSED SIL-VER CHAINS JUST TO WISH THEM REAL-LY WELL!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
NINETY-SIX PER-CENT NO DIS-CO,
SIXTY-SEVEN NO DISPLAY, WE DO OUR SHA-DOW WORK WHILE THEY JUST RUN
A-WAY.
Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
SKAT-ING DOWN THE ROSE-MONT STREETS IN CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
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! (yeah!)
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
GROUND-ED IN THE FOUR-ONE-ONE BE-NEATH THE 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.