I don't wanna know when I die, where will I go
Because I like a little mystery
And I don't wanna know, if there's no such things as UFO's
Because I like a little conspiracy
And I wanna marry the Communist Daughter
Be the prodigal son of the great red border
Oh, that's how I'd like to be
Snow beneath my feet
This beat is my recovery
Cutting up tracks like they did in surgery
Putting the disco back in discography
My Darling nearly murdered me
This conservative government
Makes it too hard to pay my rent
So I never moved out of my mum's place
There's no room left in them world
For guys who catcall pretty girls
Or ugly girls, or even actual cats