The music was new -
like polished chrome,
and came over the summer
like liquid night.
The music was new -
like polished chrome...
Can we resolve the past,
lurking in jaws of time?
The ba**
To come of age in a dry place
holes in cage.
The music was new -
like polished chrome,
and came over the summer
like liquid night.
[Instrumental]
The music was new -
like polished chrome,
and came over the summer
like liquid night.
The music was new -
like polished chrome... (2x)
The music was new -
like polished chrome,
and came over the summer
like liquuuuuuuuuuud night.
F. U. C. K.