Lead me on the freeway, she said. There is something I won't show you.
And she tied me to this rusty bed. Leaving me to lie and dry under the horrid moon.
Painted white by blood and anger. She began to scream my secret name. The one I used when I kept her under. The one she thought I'd never use again.
Is there a function to information? Is there a meaning to all that you say? Just throw away all of your pocket change, baby, to the one who is just doing right.
Enter the black light. Enter the black light. Enter the black light.
Now the sirens call our names. We ain't going anywhere. We froze right here and are the spotlights. Anarchy spreads upon our borders.
A voice will clang on through the night. Drowned here under the black light. A razor blade splashed on through your empty street. You were supposed to be the one no one could ever beat.
Is there a function to information? Is there a meaning to all that you say? Just throw away all of your pocket change, baby, to the one who will need it tonight.
Enter the black light. Enter the black light. Enter the black light.
I hear the feedback screaming from the right side.
To the left side.
For I know that this city is slowly killing our dreams.
And I can hear you whispering from the left side of my mind.
For I know what I would do if ever I were you.
For I know what I would do if ever I were you.