How about you start this day by waking up in the bed with post modernism?
And then shrieking and running away from him
It’s dusty outside because the atmosphere is a chandelier
But not in our heads, in our heads it’s a picture with sound

These people we see, they don’t know, they don’t tip in a restaurant
They think love is a passion and rhyme is a word on the street
Dear friends, there’s just no way to escape the radio waves
So let’s fry the old duck, it’s still dry, it’s the best you can have.

And if you had a winter hat and I had a Sicilian accent,
Then we’d be a parade on the streets on a day off
With the orchestra booming and brasses diluting the airways
Neighbours stepping outside with their kids, what’s that beautiful sound

Lyrics submitted by Oxenbrigg

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