I don't wanna know when I die, where will I go
Because I like a little mystery
And I don't wanna know, if there's no such things as UFO's
Because I like a little conspiracy.
And I wanna marry the Communist Daughter
Be the prodigal son of the great red border
Oh, that's how I'd like to be;
Snow beneath my feet.
This beat is my recovery
Cutting up tracks like they did in surgery
Putting the disco back in discography
My darling nearly murdered me.
This conservative gorernment
Makes it too hard to pay my rent
So I never moved out of my mum's place.
There's no room left in them world
For guys who catcall pretty girls
Or ugly girls, or even actual cats.
credits
from All Aboard the Dream Train,
released November 22, 2013
Lyrics by Alexander Gates and Samuel Rogerson