High-rise buildings Low cost apartments Financial district Industrial area Rows of blue collars Steelworkers' clink-clang Metal rhythm left and right
Mobile phones Commuter trains The Terminus is full of men Crisscross network Zigzag railway The next stop is Waterloo White-collar timetable 9 to 5
[lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi] [music by Theatre of Tragedy] Head crash - I can't see you Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the
Broken frames Shattered glass Like a monochrome film The replaceable background Flickers and dissolves Out of control There's no sense, it's all Volta
You act a pansy, pushover Do live your fancy, go lower Who is that, something says your name You seem chancy, moreover The call is mine I'm gonna get
Look up here Look down there I am the new man I'm tangled in wires Chipset adept Memory load Keep your vogue code that all have Tomorrow's world we've
I synthesise and press a lighted key Turn it on, compose a melody Redo from start, I need more rhythm 1 and 4 was for the Commodore A catchy beat, I
Electric broadcast The new transmission waves Turn the dial Transistor radio The deadpan voice I want to hear Recieve the news Recieve the tunes We've
Here we are We stand in line One more time today There is no sense The cigarette in hand It's all gone bad No name, privilege, no hope and fame We've
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Broken bottles, and a broken nose No reason not to lounge in a pose I could stand in shade light and laugh at you You were wrong - it's happened to you
Car-crash and an elevator Make you someone else Never try yourself Restore you Tick-tock clock and teddy boys Bop 'till you're fagged out Open windows
High-rise buildings Low cost apartments Financial district Industrial area Rows of blue collars Steelworkers? clink-clang Metal rhythm left and right
Mobile phones Commuter trains The terminus is full of men Crisscross network Zigzag railway The next stop is Waterloo White-collar timetable 9 to 5 urban
Head crash - I can't see you Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street I've learned to know the taste of concrete Why don't
Broken frames Like a monochrome film Flickers and dissolves Shattered glass The replaceable background Out of control There's no sense, it's all Volta
You act a pansy, pushover Who is that, something says your name You seem chancy, moreover Do live your fancy, go lower The call is mine I'm gonna get
Look up here, look down there I am the new man I'm tangled in wires, chip set adept Memory load Keep your vogue, code that all have Tomorrow's world
