Autoamerican lyrics

We don't wear that uniform;
paper men from pages torn right off the press (it could be Tass):
suits for the regime.
The media's gone and had a baby.
Seventh wave, another navy.
I live in America: gridlock on the street.
Tell that girl you like her badge.
Tell that man you're the Nazz.
Tell them you're not the last walking in parade.
Dressed to test you up the road.

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
I'm not the kind of girl
Who gives up just like that
Oh, no

It's not the things you do
That tease and hurt me bad
But it's the way you do
The things you do to me
I'm not the kind of girl
Who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
Number one, number one

Circle high, circle low.
Jammers fly, T-birds.
You show, you show, whiplash go.
You show, you show, T-birds. Mighty bird.
T-bird, my mighty bird.
On the dot in the slot, tie the knot.
On the dot timed kisses.
In the slot on the dot, tie the knot.
In the slot, no misses.
Mighty bird.
T-bird, my mighty bird.
T-bird, mighty bird.
Black sun conquerer.

Toe to toe dancing very close
Body breathing almost comatose
Wall to wall people hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture
Back to back sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face sightless solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty four hour shopping in rapture
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly
DJ spinning I said My My
Flash is fast flash is cool

Your old lover's lying in the gutter.
He used to be such an all night strutter.
Oh, my heart, I heard him mutter, Oh, my dear, it seems to flutter.
It's so hard to say, No, when the deck is stacked to only go slow.
It's easy sweet to live it up.
An easy street when you've had enough.
Darkened night, splashing light, soft and white and so polite.

As I sit staring into this liquid amber, ripples move out to the edge of the glass.
Is that really your reflection in there?
I just wanna jump into the warm depths and be there with you, one more time!
Oh, alright.
Hit it boys!
My initials sprayed across a pavement cut into your private interview.
Talk to me now.
Step into my room, we'll have a word or two.

She knew it about Route Three.
Oh, she blew it, you know she coulda told me.
He can't say no, he can't ask why.
Go through it, highway bride.
He delivers, he's a roadsider.
He gets no road from a back seat driver.
Away we go, yes or no?
I love you honey, gimme a beer.
But just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me.
And I've got no defense, but it makes no difference.

Far from day, far from night, out of time, out of sight, in between earth and sea, we shall fly.
Follow me.
Dry the rain, warm the snow where winds never go.
Follow me.
Follow me to a cave by a sapphire shore where we'll walk through an emerald door, and for thousands of breathless evermore s my life you will be.
Only you.
Only I.
World farewell.
World goodbye.

Faces cracked for reason beyond recognition.
His space is at the Palace.
He sleeps for twenty five cents.
Now he's wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag.
It ain't nine to five.
Down and dirty, he's an old tramp.
He poses like a dead man.
The night train passes by. Money's not the answer for princes and dancers.
He's standing under street lights.
He's thinking of his old life.

Based on the desire for total mobility and the serious physical pursuit of religious freedom, the auto drove mankind further than the wheel and, in remote areas even today, is forbidden as a device too suspect for human conveyance.

There you are, giving candy.
Making confidence with an easy eye.
Easy words... oh, what a dancer.
Dance you right into the corner in the fire.
Do the dark apostle.
Do the sidewalk hustle.
Do the invisible dance in the fire, fire, fire, fire.
Walk on glass with the master.
There's no question he can't answer with his eyes.
What a stage, oh what a dancer.
Looks like a baby with an old man's eyes.

Afterglow in a distant row.
The door is open and the lights are cold.
The children come in here and they dare the ghost, like a fire burning in a stone.
Silent light in the theatre's sky.
Phantom cigarette and a silent cry.
The door swings open and it's cold outside.
Run and hide, run and hide.
They can still see him singing on the corner.