Lover or killer, let's come together
Let's look beyond, it feels better
I'm not from Paris
I'm not aristocratic
Everyone has the same taste
It's kind of pathetic
Are you ready to be sweated from head to toe
It is the Gap Flow
There's a life beyond the demure everyday
Urban sidewalks are not always safe
A shooting star might fall on your head
The big blow is coming
I'm sure I'll see you running
Paradise birds get out of your holes
We're living in the century
Century Cold
Transatlantic wind is burning your face
But ultra gentle facepowders are not always safe
Organic goes upscale
As the autumn goes summer
And contemporary rock goes pop
Enlightened indie souls say stop!
The ozone hole might fall on your head
The big blow is coming
I'm sure I'll see you running
One door is locked, one door says cash
One door says money, we're overwhelmed by trash
Seemingly serene and inactive
She launches her deadlies darts
The spirit of guesthouses is not dead
But we feed on each other's farts
George W. might fall on your head
The big blow is coming
I'm sure I'll see you running