Why don't you play us a tune, pal? I don't like music. I don't know what I'm doing. You look funny when you're drunk, dude. Somebody I never met, but in a way I know Didn't think that you could get so much from a picture show Brand eyes, but it's real, people ask, what's the deal? This ain't how it's supposed to be, don't like no average unique Took a trip in Powersquare, pop star, Dottie's Hill No offense, I scream and shout, when monsters came, I'd flush him out Ganglands layin' underground, new identity must be found On the left bank for a while, insanity, bohemian style Glitched ideas, relativity Only buildings, no people, prophecy Time stopped, place too high, nudge reality All inside, mind's wide, magic imagery, oh Never told her, was no good, dressed that new red riding hood Bad habit, takin' life, a calling card, a six-inch knife Ran off really fast, mumbled something about the past Best *** I've ever seen, as if each moment was the last Drops of blood, color slide, funeral for his bride But it's him who's really dead, gets to take the funeral ride Glitched ideas, relativity Only buildings, no people, prophecy Time stopped, place too high, nudge reality All inside, mind's wide, magic imagery, oh Oh, oh Space star, fell from the sky, scratch my head, I wonder why Time slides into time, across an actual dateline Scientist eats bubblegum, hall of fame Baseball, senator's a hoodlum, big cheese in a hall Glitched ideas, relativity Only buildings, no people, prophecy Time stopped, place too high, nudge reality All inside, mind's wide, magic imagery, oh Straight forwards, fear to tread, placed upon the screen, he's dead She's my fling, too hard to hold, had to settle for a gold Burglars, greed, God, gold discovery Gone, burst, time, blood, slow recovery Axe, chop, fling for a whip, a iron bar and gun Fading sharp, new world, little walk in the sun Glitched ideas, relativity Only buildings, no people, prophecy Time stopped, place too high, nudge reality All inside, mind's wide, magic imagery, oh Spread the news, the maestro's back, groove the beat, pop soundtrack King of praise, queen of the sack, executives have heart attack It's the so-called cellular, the money makers would avoid Sometimes notions get reversed, sitting around the universe Glitched ideas, relativity Only buildings, no people, prophecy Time stopped, place too high, nudge reality All inside, mind's wide, magic imagery, oh *