Dance to the tune
Of a hundred thousand radio sets
Howl at the moon
If I ever knew
That this would be as good as it gets
I'd fret for less
A cloudy mind
A headless effort Heaven it's not
The settling kind
The one you crave
You know you have to fight for it
It makes you sick but you traded your life for it
Four - four - four - four
Hoarse - hoarse - hoarse - hoarse
Men - men - men - men
(This could be your apocalypse)
See it away
They rang the bell already my friend
Call it a day
Clean all your lines
Write off tomorrow cos tonight could be the night
Extinguish the light