Dark Wave

You fed his bod a metal rod
You turned into a fuselage

You took a right on the new highway
And did a waltz on his jelly laze
rising rising
When your pictures is American icons
rising rising
Run to the riches and you tear up your shell
ronde creatures
And day-glo kids with your riders on top too
riding riding

If you're like me it's not too late

You fantasize about the page
A two-horse carriage garage

Take the reins down the new highway
a culvert down to the ducks and drakes
rising rising
Looking mighty fake with your ? tailbone
flizing flizing
Soon you'll go to this killing time
blondie creature
Multiple gear with his eyes all around you
rying rying

If you're like me it's not too late