All the goose step girlies with their cursive faces And we know it´s all braille beneath the skirt I´m bulletproof bizzop and swing heil And I don´t really care what gentlemen prefer
Say all you pindown girls and bonafied ballers So manically depressed and manically dressed We got a venus not in furs but in uniforms If you´re not dancing, then you´re dead
All the thug rock kids are playing All the punk god angels saying
The toys are us we don´t even know x2
GO! GO! GO! Doppelgängers! You´re one of us! You´re one of us!
GO! GO! GO! Throw your shapes, doppelgängers You´re one of us!
Trumpet-mouth junky-saints go silver-tongue Marching down the stairway to SUBSTANCE Cocaingels and asses give me opiate masses Fill up your church-porn preachers and we´ll fill up your glasses