Techno Ted may be a person who caused Chris incredible emotional pain & trepidation as well as moments of peace & happiness but now is removed and awaiting his fate. Darling may be a different person who is also free of him and can live her life free of Ted's tyranny. "In between all the laughing, and daydreams ... lies: a desert of truth" Lies are like a desert or the omission of Truth: Where there were Lies then Truth was absent. The song, "Techno Ted", may be a cathartic celebration of the downfall of this person.
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
S-s-suddenly there's a knock at your head
Don't let them in because they'll try to take your TV set
Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a ball in your hand
You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
Cre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain
I swear I heard the floor boards they were creaking your name
G-g-get a room, get a head, get a hat
We're going to hell anyway lets travel first class
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Watching the boys on their motorbikes
I wanna be like those guys
I wanna wear my clothes tight
With matching jackets and a fistful of notes
New sneakers, and a fresh pack of smokes
P-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long
They're just trying to put some punk back into punctured lung
P-p-p-panic over, party off, party on
'Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
Come to the city on a Saturday night
Over your heads like a satellite
I wanna see what they see
I wanna love you like crazy
Those cameras are pointing right in your face
Can see into your room from outer space
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
It's not the size of the man in the fight
I wanna know what that does
I wanna show what matters
Cause it's the size of the fight in the man
That makes the difference and decides who is champ
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
'Cause you and me are we're on the edge of the knife
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
I asked your mother and she said it's alright
We'll get married when we're thirty
I want to do it on your birthday
'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you
I just wanna dance the whole night through
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
'Cause you and me, we're on the edge of a knife
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
S-s-suddenly there's a knock at your head
Don't let them in because they'll try to take your TV set
Ha-ha-ha-happiness is a ball in your hand
You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
Cre-cre-cre-creosote is pouring out of my brain
I swear I heard the floor boards they were creaking your name
G-g-get a room, get a head, get a hat
We're going to hell anyway lets travel first class
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Watching the boys on their motorbikes
I wanna be like those guys
I wanna wear my clothes tight
With matching jackets and a fistful of notes
New sneakers, and a fresh pack of smokes
P-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long
They're just trying to put some punk back into punctured lung
P-p-p-panic over, party off, party on
'Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
Come to the city on a Saturday night
Over your heads like a satellite
I wanna see what they see
I wanna love you like crazy
Those cameras are pointing right in your face
Can see into your room from outer space
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, oh
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
It's not the size of the man in the fight
I wanna know what that does
I wanna show what matters
Cause it's the size of the fight in the man
That makes the difference and decides who is champ
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
'Cause you and me are we're on the edge of the knife
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
I asked your mother and she said it's alright
We'll get married when we're thirty
I want to do it on your birthday
'Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you
I just wanna dance the whole night through
Cut through the city on a Saturday night
'Cause you and me, we're on the edge of a knife
Lyrics submitted by Contristo, edited by legislacerator, darkeyelewj, gravethief13
Saturday Night Lyrics as written by Charles Richard Wilson Andrew Robert White
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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lol, vvvvery wrong lyrics!!! here are the ones on the album :)
S-s-s-s suddenly ther'es a knock at your head Don't let them in because they're trying to take your TV set Happiness is the ball in your hand You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can
C-c-c-creosote Is pouring out of my brain I swear I heard the floorboards they were creaking your name Get a room, Get a head get a hat We're going to hell anyway lets travel first class
Cut through the city on a Saturday night Watching the boys on their motorbikes I wanna be like those guys I wanna wear my clothes tight Matching jackets and a fist full of notes New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes
P-p-p-pneumothorax is a word that is long They’re just tryin’ to put the punk back into punctured lung P-p- p-panic over party off party on We are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one
Cut through the city on a Saturday night Over your heads like a satellite I wanna see what they see, I wanna love you like crazy When cameras are pointing right at your face Can see into your room from outer space
Cut through the city on a Saturday night It’s not the size of the man in the fight I wanna know what that does, I wanna show you what matters ‘Cos it’s the size of the fight in the man that makes the difference and decides who is champ Cut through the city on a Saturday Night Cos you and me are on the edge of a knife
Cut through the city on a Saturday night I asked your mother and she says it's alright We'll get married when we're thirty I wanna do it on your birthday Cos I don't wanna waste a moment with you I just wanna dance the whole night through Cut through the city on a Saturday night Cos you and me are on the edge of a knife