Second-class by room on a Friday night,
spending his wages on beer.
Pretty style, pretty style.
Disco-tic
dancing and searching his mind,
making just nothing at all.
Pretty style,
pretty style.
Something is lying in dirty caves,
seeing colors and fifth dimension.
Pretty style.
Reading just papers, no books he has,
he's really
not living at all.
Pretty style,
pretty style.
People who are really living.
People who are really living.
Yeah.
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