

(hummmmm) GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
I-GNOR-ING ALL THE SIGNS,
STEP-PING ON THE GRIP-TAPE,
CROSS-ING ALL THE LINES.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE CHA-OS,
LAC-ING UP THE MINT-GREEN KICKS,
WE'RE PLAY-ING WITH THE FI-RE JUST TO GET OUR DAI-LY FIX!
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 KNOW IT IS A TRAP BUT WE ARE
WAL-KING IN ANY-WAY. Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
DIAL-ING FOUR-ONE-ONE TO GROUND THE CY-BER-PO-ROUS RAIN. (ahhhh)
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,
BEAU-TI-FUL MIS-TAKES 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.