| A fervored image of another world | |
| Is nothing in particular now | |
| And everyone is a clever clone[Incomprehensible] | |
| And everyone is a clever clone | |
| A chrome colored clone am | |
| ISo in the absence of a way of life | |
| Just repeat this again and again and again | |
| Hey, hey, come out tonight | |
| Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene, all right | |
| I'm leaving town to run away | |
| Run into your twisted arms | |
| No queues and there's no panic there | |
| Just dangling your feet in the grass | |
| My lack of natural luster now | |
| Seems to be losing me friends | |
| So in the absence of a way of life | |
| Just repeat this again and again and again | |
| Hey, hey, come out tonight | |
| Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene | |
| Hey, hey, come out tonight | |
| Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene, all right | |
| Hey, hey, come out tonight | |
| Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene |