The Van Jets
Electric soldiers
People come on my head is like a pray on the run oh come on words hitting beating me numb and I know this ain't no colour tv words words words talking to be heard heard heard Connecting me to nobody somebody everybody Anybody hurt?
Better hang on to the names that are dropped in mouths
To speak ou loud
Feeding our ears and our eyes with all things distraction, satisfaction
0's and 1's dressed in black dressed up and furred
Electric soldiers on our faces they took the stages took the stages
Aaaaahhh People come on!
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