Three I've got your heart strings, body, and soul
Don't mind about the forethought
'Cause no one really cares
And you see, as it comes to light
These are modern times, but the mind is all the same
These are modern times, but, mind me, we're not sane
Print print, you little devil
Your feet been dipped in ink
But don't slip, you little devil
Or you'll see us fall to pieces
All our hearts are breaking, ah-ah-ah (x13)