| Now, this is not funny |
| The shortest time feels like the longest time |
| It’s surely a dream |
| Or i’m just an unreliable witness to everything |
| The burning cars of movie stars |
| Unwrap the city one backstreet at a time |
| The severed heads of supermen |
| See how they’re different when you hold them under the light |
| Now she’s got all, she’s got all your answers |
| So you better take us to your leader |
| 'Cause one thing is for sure — |
| We’re gonna get what we deserve |
| Now the street is a river |
| And the sounds drift up to our window above |
| And we run down to drown under the current |
| To go rushing ever forward to find a cheap cure for memory |
| We drink our fill from wishing wells |
| We feed coins into machines until they’re throwing them up |
| In crowded bars under neon stars |
| Until there’s new blood racing 'round the both of us |
| Now we’ve got all your answers |
| When she clicks her heels together |
| Now when she snaps her fingers |
| You better take us to your leader |
| 'Cause my love, my word — |
| We’re finally gonna get what we deserve |