Tank-topped and black pantied we surface like fish in oil waters
Clad in late night grandiosity
Reaching under the covers so i can charge you accurately
What, you think i do this shit for free?
Resume your waking up tune
We're doomed, this is your waking up tune
Down the hatch we're looking for nocturnal weapons of the people
Underground they don't come up for air
Waiting for the moment when i've got you where i want you
Till then i keep nodding yes as if i care
Resume your waking up tune
We're doomed, this is your waking up tune
Thrill me please me extract the demon that lives to tease me
And i'll toss my moral compass to the dogs
Where's the fun in catching up without the bowels of digital love
Tightly screaming murder through the fog?
Resume your waking up tune
We're doomed, this is your waking up tune