Van Jets Electric Soldiers
People come on
my head is like a pray on the run
oh come on
words hitting beating me numb
and I know this ain’t no colour tv
and I know it ain't no colour tv
words words words talking to be heard heard heard
Connecting me to nobody somebody everybody
Anybody hurt?
Better hang on to the names that are dropped in mouths
To speak out loud
Feeding our ears and our eyes with all things
distraction, satisfaction
0’s and 1’s dressed in black dressed up and furred
Electric soldiers they took the stages in our faces
in our faces
Aaaaahhh
People come on!
Oh come on!
