Lyrics Time Space Transmat - Model 500

Time Space Transmat

Okay…
Well … I’m driving in a black on black in black Porsche 924
I’m tempting fate a little bit more
My head is filled with techno beat, Metro Times, Face magazine
Shadows out of time and space
Measure out the area of no place
When there she stands
There she stands
Contemplating contemptuously, the inferior designs
And the outmoded, underpowered and otherwise obsolete lifeforms
Say what baby check this out
How could she possibly walk in those shoes?
Excuse me, but isn’t black leather micro mini skirt a bit much?
I mean, it really is overkill, isn’t it?
She says nothing
The lights of passing vehicles reflecting in her mirrored sunglasses
She looks at her watch, and I can see the liquid crystal display reflected,
dancing where her eyes should be
The Porsche, not unlike a snake, sliding down the side of glass aquarium
She slams the door behind her
And she reaches over
and turns the steering wheel
all the
way
And she says nothing the whole time
Just sort of sneers at you
And you see your face
the distorted reflection of your face in her mirrored sunglasses