We're lost in music Caught in a trap No turnin' back We're lost in music
We're lost in music Feel so alive I quit my 9 to 5 We're lost in music
Have you ever seen Some people lose everything First to go is their mind. huh Responsibility To me is a tragedy I'll get a job some other time, uh-huh
I want to join a band And play in front of crazy fans Yes, I call that temptation Give me the melody That's all that I ever need The music is my salvation
We're lost in music Caught in a trap No turnin' back We're lost in music
We're lost in music Feel so alive I quit my 9 to 5 We're lost in music
Mmm, hmm, in the spotlight The band plays so very tight Each and every night, uh-huh It's not vanity To me, it's my sanity I could never survive
Some people ask me What are you gonna be Why don't you go get a job, uh-uh All that I could say I won't give up my music Not me, not now, no way, no how, oh... oh...
We're lost in music Caught in a trap (Caught up in our music) No turnin' back (Ooh... ooh... ooh...) We're lost in music
We're lost in music (Don't take our away our music) Feel so alive (Feel) I quit (I quit) my 9 to 5 (Yeah) We're lost in music
We're lost in music (Melody is good to me) Caught in a trap (I'm caught up in it) No turnin' back (No, no, no) We're lost in music (Ooh... doo doo doo doo doo doo)
We're lost in music (La da da da da da da da, mmm... hmm...) Feel so alive I quit (I quit) my 9 to 5 We're lost in music (Lost in music)
We're lost in music Caught in a trap No turnin' back We're lost in music
We're lost in music Feel so alive I quit my 9 to 5 We're lost in music
We're lost in music Caught in a trap No turnin' back We're lost in music
I'm totally wired. Can't you see? I'm totally wired.
Can't you see? My butterfly stomach growls growls I drank a jar of coffee Then I took some of these
And now I'm totally wired.
Life leaves you surprised. Slaps you in the eyes And I was a communist A rich man would bail me. The opposite applies. The morning light Another fresh fight Another row right right right right
And I'm totally wired.
You don't have to be weird to be wired You don't have to be an American to be strange You don't have to be strange to be strange You don't have to be weird to be weird.
He reads books; of the list book club And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around
His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch
C.R.E.E.P. CR E.E.P
BLACK saucers at the back of your neck Interruptions, from the side when you talk In the presence, of this ugly gawk Is offending, make sure you're not absorbed (With hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)
CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P. (3 times)
FROM the bright sun, he came one fine morn "Populist" - as well in his class at least But then came REAL AGE, and for that we all must pay (and for that we all do pay)
Batyar ya sy, batyar z maloyi dytyny, Oy, dana-dana, dana-dana, hey! Yak mav shtyry roky, chodyv do divchyny, Oy, dana-dana, dana-dana, hey! Batyaruyte, chlopci, yak ya batyaruyu, Ni odnoyi nichky doma ne nochuyu. Mayu zal na mamu, mayu zal na tata, Ze mya porodyly takoho var'yata.