People, people, everybody people. Everybody making a sound. People, people, everybody people. Everybody standing their ground. . People, people, everybody people.
People, people, everybody people. Everybody making a sound. People, people, everybody people. Everybody standing their ground. . People, people, everybody people.
Only the magical transit children sing, sing the lullaby bah, bah, bah,. Sitting on the pavement sucking on a long straw, it's colorful,. It's colorful, but it washes you out.
A fervored image of another world. Is nothing in particular now. And imitation comes naturally. But I never really stopped to think how. And everyone is a clever clone.
Hello Peter Panic. You've landed on our planet. What a strange thing you are. With little pissy eyes. . You got in the television. Turned us all old and wisened.
Chemical Eats. Best part of the peach. You're always the way you are. What of that going to close you in. You got a gaping hole in your head. Id let the birds nest there instead.
I'm young and fast. Baby, I'm so slick. Better get down. Don't fake a trick.. . Gotta get my baby, yeah. Gotta see her move. This street dog daddy. I done enough tonight (right baby, alright).