Lyrics

The jig is up- We're throwing our clocks out the window Make for high ground And watch the sun's blood over Mexico Come back kid, forget what you did Forget where you've been My poor long lost twin Long lost twin We kick through the shards Of the white plastic domes of the Moneymen The dust of the stars and the burned out controls of the mind-machine Day bears the night, night bulls the day It just don't seem right to just piss it away Piss it away