He's wearing chemical makeup
She's wearing turf perfume
Let's have a hairspray party
In the universe room

Let's carry poisoned arrows
I'm sweating sheets of rain
How they all got here on time
No one can explain

Driving time
Scrambling all temptation
It's the urgings and the broken bodies
Of both stations

It's driving time
A time it will be cracked
Let it tiptoe in blood
And they couldn't turn back
No, they gallop right through

Go on