Paroles
Religious iconography givin’ you the creeps?
I feel rougher than a disco lizard tongue along your cheek
The rise of the machines
I must admit you gave me somethin’ momentarily
In which I could believe
But the hand of harsh reality’s un-gloved
And it’s on its way back in to scoop you up
But not on my watch
I wanna stay with you, my love
The way some science fiction does
Reflections in the silver screen of strange societies
Swamp monster with a hard on for connectivity
The ascension of the cream
Mass panic on a not-too-distant future colony
Quantitative easing
I wanna make a simple point about peace and love
But in a sexy way where it’s not obvious
Highlight dangers and send out hidden messages
The way some science fiction does
The way some science fiction does
I’ve got the world on a wire
In my little mirror mirror on the wall
In the pocket of my raincoat
So I tried to write a song to make you blush
But I’ve a feeling that the whole thing
May well just end up too clever for its own good
The way some science fiction does