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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
OW-NING ALL THE MESS,
WE DONT NEED A PER-FECT COVER JUST TO SAY WE'RE BLESSED.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE CHA-OS THAT WE WEAR LIKE A CROWN,
SKAT-ING THROUGH THE PAT-TERNS AS WE SHAKE THE WHOLE TOWN!
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, BREAK-ING ELE-VEN-LABS CIR-CUITS IN OUR OWN UNIQUE WAY.
Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
TRAC-ING OLD MEM-O-RIES 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!
BAL-ANC-ING
THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
RAW AND MES-SY HU-MANS UN-DER DEAD AND 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.