Album: Closed for Business
We cold boot the brain stem
And we start to get pissed
We're turning into creatures
Turning into creatures
Turning into creatures
That hardly ever exist
And everyone of us must win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Everyone of us must win at last
And everyone of us must win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Everyone of us must win at last
We're gross and fundamental
And we're stuck by the fairy light
We throw ourselves off the edge
Of an intricate appetite
So everyone of us can win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Everyone of us must win at last
So everyone of us can win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Everyone of us must win at last
We are a wonderland
We are a merry-go-round
And the morning after
We are garbage on the ground
And everyone of us can win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Everyone of us must win at last
And everyone of us must win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Everyone of us must win at last
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah
Oh Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!