New wave mirror magic on the bus and in the papers
Leave a talking trail of turning heads
Sing your cabareggae to the vacant semi-saviours
The hangers-on, the genius and the lead
Break me down to little pieces, glass and all it pleases
Breakbeat caveman grooves and disco freaks
Backlit little clubs for sketching songs and heartbreak squeezes
The critic lies in love with all she speaks
Jesus Christ, Debbie
No one sings it quite like you
Jesus Christ Debbie
Jesus Christ
Sing me Spanish techno
Canadiana incomplete
Parts so incongruent
F*cked up and disjointed and it doesn't need to rhyme
It's poetry or something like it
Jesus Christ, Debbie
No one sings it quite like you
Jesus Christ Debbie
Jesus Christ
No one's vacuous, it's smoke and mirrors
Images of fears and symbols
Cymbal crashing, hateful sounding waves of waves of something different
Parody the culture, play it backwards
Spin the vultures in an abstract tour de force, blunt but wise
Grace in pressure, lace in films and photos
Change the pace at which the world is spinning, race in slow surprise
Gun me down but be replaced
Gun me down but be replaced
By all the love that's in the heart
That's in the heart
Of such a woman
Jesus Christ, Debbie
No one sings it quite like you
Jesus Christ Debbie
Jesus Christ