They follow me on a misty early morning Dancing like fools they can't stop They're marching in a queue Stumbling feet are raising dust in the avenue
They'll dance until they're exhausted Like rats they are all leaving the town
That's the price they pay Vibrating sounds in the air
They'll lose their children 'cause I'm now back again They don't notice the way
They're staring into monitors They're staring into monitors
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