We don't know what goes on In between the visions are Armed with cigarettes that pack Dressed in dictator's clothes that match The man Faced the terms and gave it all Wondering if it all might fall Straight ahead, no looking back Front the force with such attack And I don't know what to say Except to stop and let it play And if you still don't get it Well wait now And the words will spell it out again Call the president direct A fist of limbs upon the edge It blows my mind, I must confess The cigarette, the lemon dress The lemon dress And I don't know what to say Except to stop and let it play And if you still don't get it Well wait now Till the lights go out Till the lights go out Till the lights go out Once again Once again