| Take a bow, pack on powder | |
| Wash 'em out with buzzing lights | |
| Pay an audience to care | |
| 'Impress me' personality | |
| Still and transfixed, the electric sheep | |
| Are dreaming of your face | |
| Enjoy you from the chemical | |
| Comfort of America | |
| Come one, come all | |
| Into 1984 | |
| Yeah, three, two, one | |
| Lights, camera, transaction | |
| Quick, your time is almost up | |
| Make all forget that they're the moth | |
| Edging in towards the flame | |
| Burn into obscurity | |
| Still and transfixed, the electric sheep | |
| Are dreaming up your fate | |
| And judge you from the card castle | |
| Comfort of America | |
| Come one, come all | |
| Into 1984 | |
| Yeah, three, two, one | |
| Lights, camera, yeah | |
| Come one, come all | |
| Into 1984 | |
| Yeah, three, two one | |
| Lights, camera, transaction | |
| Lights, camera, transaction | |
| Come one, come all | |
| Into 1984 | |
| Yeah, three, two, one | |
| Lights, camera, transaction | |
| Your foundation is canyoning | |
| Fault lines should be worn with pride | |
| I hate to say, you're so much more, you're so much more | |
| Endearing with the sound turned off |