Photo generic, got to flip on the dial
It’s the pompous attitude getting stuck with a shout
Get out!
Try and burn all the beat offs
Make them runaway with a smile
Answer to her, she’s got the pulse
Sound of broken bottles makes me convulse
Churning the tunes
Good attitudes when you’re burning it loose
Answer to me, i got the pulse, trashing the country to move on Shaking the sheep, we’re gonna make it Bringing the news back to you
Answer to us, we got the pulse
Crashing the checks out of rejects
Three is a crowd
Get out!
Shredding the text up!
Tuning tunes out, i got a crick in my neck
Beefing up the deficit rate
I need a job that’ll pay off, pushing robots out of the way
Answer to her, i got the pulse
Sound of broken bottles makes me convulse
Winning the race
When the leader speaks up We’re going to put him in his place
Listen to me, i got the pulse, trashing the country to move on Shaking the sheep, we’re gonna make it Bringing the news back to you
Answer to us, we got the pulse
Crashing the checks out of rejects
Three is a crowd
Get out!
Gluing the seems, throw in the boots, i’m quitting the team
Trashing up the memory disk
This time we’re all gonna convulse and find ourselves a century kiss