This the hidden track So get your lighters up in the air Inhale on the kick drum And exhale on the snare Though it has no conscious Money has a will And what more to ask of a target than to Sit still, sit still, sit still So sit still This is the hidden track And like your RA, glides up your spine [?] And just like your ex-boyfriend He loves you for your mind If it's a myth that vampires have to be invited in Well we know who made that one up: Of course, the vampires did! Suddenly you know where the money comes from Suddenly you know where the money goes to