Lyrics Degenerates - Moby

Degenerates

Are we having the time of our life?
Are we having the time of our lives?
Are we coming across clear?
Are we coming across fine?
Are we part of the plan here?
Are we having the time of our lives?
Are we coming across clear?
Are we coming across fine?
Are we having the time of our lives?
Are we part of the plan here?
We have the driver and time on our hands
One little room and the biggest of plans
The days were shaping up
Frosty and bright
Perfect weather to fly
Perfect weather to fly
Pounding the streets where my fathers feet still
Ring from the walls
We’d sing in the doorways
Or bicker and row
Just figuring how we were wired inside
Perfect weather to fly
So in looking to stray from the line
We decided instead
We should pull out the thread that was
Stitching us into this tapestry vile
And why wouldn’t you try?
Perfect weather to fly
We have the driver and time on our hands
One little room and the biggest of plans
The days were shaping up
Frosty and bright
Perfect weather to fly
Perfect weather to fly
Pounding the streets where my fathers feet still
Ring from the walls
We’d sing in the doorways
Or bicker and row
Just figuring how we were wired inside
Perfect weather to fly
So in looking to stray from the line
We decided instead
We should pull out the thread that was
Stitching us into this tapestry vile
And why wouldn’t you try?
Perfect weather to fly