We'll stumble through the yard
We'll stumble through the A P T
Force fields. Explorer racing home the ancient star.
Yellow mixed with golden hue.
Scan the graveyard dead there be.
Ball and chain. Ball and chain.
1st verse 3
It was round about midnight. Hipster town.
Imagine going for a walk.
Things get around to taking place. It's not a waste of time.
The rich got a little poorer.
Things get around to taking place. If they're gonna happen at all.
Don't need that jazz. Don't need that stuff.